Eyebrows heavy, they seemed a bit sad 
Until I had spotted my waiting dad 
Two bowls of chicken in hand 
I saw him next to a stand 
With an opportunity to scare 
I’d get him good I swear 
 
And so I ran so far, so fast along the floor 
Almost there, almost near, but my foot I fear 
Twisting I fell, as if under a spell 
Face first I noticed that my hands were okay 
It was my face that looked like a rose bouquet  
 
A mark was stung on my forehead 
But I loved it to this day 
It was like a badge, a medal for saving that food 
My favorite and funniest scar I conclude