Ouch!

Mr Bumpy got his name,
(you'll guess the reason why)
because he kept on looking up  -
up towards the sky!
He'd not watch where his feet went,
or what may lie ahead,
but stargaze upward all day long
until he went to bed.

There he had no problem
for ceilings are just fine
for always looking up to -
he could do it all the time
and use it to draw pictures
on, as if it was his mind!
For in imagination
that white world overhead
could be painted with a rainbow
of fantasy, instead.

With thanks to the Poetry Jam, and apologies to M J Fox for messing with his book jacket in the interest of composition!