On the Landing

In backgrounds of austerity

You climb them one by one

They don’t allow despair-ity

But nip them in the pun

It would not do to tread ahead

Or balance on your thumb

The rules are Never, No and Not

The only way around

Is sliding down the banister

Be careful of your fanister

Just close your breath

And hold your eyes

They’ll never notice your disguise

And when you stop you will have found

That down is up and up is down

The other way around