Allergic To Gravity…
Can’t seem to walk without falling,
‘Specially when drinking or smoking,
Maybe I would do better at crawling,
As I would be closer to the ground,
So when I fall my cries of pain, they won’t astound.
The doctor in the emergency room,
Seeing my obviously broken toe,
Asked if I had any allergies,
I said only one,
And that is the problem,
I’m allergic to gravity,
Damn box was not supposed to fall on me.
If this poem did make you feel,
A little pity for this guy that now needs to kneel,
As to walk he has that one problem,
Don’t be so quick to judge,
As this poem is meant only to nudge,
You in the direction of laughter,
As I only want, as always, to make you laugh,
Laughter can take away pain they say,
Or make it less hurtful along the way…
(ed)
its posted, its called
Mama's Getting Rabie Shots
pax
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oooo, i felt this one...clear down to my busted footsie and toe
don't worry--not recent, but boy, i remember the exquisite PAIN...dropped the biggest book i could find on my poor little toe that was peeking shyly out of a pair of (overused) sandles...and dropped a box of hardback books on my left foot, when i tripped UP the stairs...maybe i should stay away from books LOL (and here i wanna be an author LOL)
i feel your pain, sweetie *kotc*
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla.
and i thought i was the only klutz 'round here LOL and i'm stone...sober LOL