sequence of events

The chopping board let out a sudden sigh and slid down the wall

tried to embrace a grapefruit resting near at hand

which did not feel like being hugged so it

rolled off the countertop, bowled across the floor,

attempted refuge under the fridge but, too fat to fit,

thumped against the fridge door, dislodging a magnet

which sent a storm of lists and vital dates and numbers

hailing down onto the kitchen tiles, waking from its nap

in sunshine on the windowsill the cat which hurtled

through the pot plants like a tiger bursting from the jungle

spattering leaves and compost round the sink and sending

plastic plant pots crack across the floor disturbing the dog

who gave in to its primeval urge to chase a fleeing cat,

raced round in yapping circles, hauling off the tablecloth

which brought a flood of water falling from the upset vase

that stood there full of flowers, and also hurled the china mugs

willy-nilly to the ground where they gave up the ghost

in a hundred jagged pieces, fetching the woman of the house

helter-skelter down the stairs to see what all the goings-on

were going on for but of course she skidded on the soil,

the broken china and the pools of  water, twisted a knee

beneath her, wrecked several ligaments before she collapsed

in a heap and the shock of her thundering fall was the last straw

for the chopping board balanced on the counter-edge

(which in any case was feeling rather left out now

by all the fracas and ding-donging that was happening below)

so it came judddering downwards, hit the poor woman on the head,

and that was that!