Stitches!
Leaving you in stitches,
A ruptures event,
Healed, if there are no glitches,
Using rusty needle, or dirty yarn,
In time will fester,
Kill you, or do major harm,
Then there is a thin skinned bloke,
Rips all apart,
Tell him a yarn or dirty joke,
Some are closed as quick as opened,
Ugliness inside,
Healing useless to pretend,
Some have previous stitches never removed,
Frankenstein had them,
You could see them, when he moved,
Some have them in their head some in the ass,
Same yarn you bet,
Yes I know it’s crass
But then the stitches don’t care,
The doctor knows,
Just ask, and his yarn with you will share,
What hurts the most, when they pull them out,
You’re on your own,
Not under a narcotic cloud,
And then there are your friends,
Who like to leave you in stitches,
Leave you laughing, with their jokes, there is no end,
If you have stitches go somewhere and hide,
Until they’re out,
No time, for all that macho pride,
And as the say a stitch in time,
Ah there the rub,
Down, Swedish massages, and now you’re fine,
Talk to you later buddy, Happy St. Georges Day!
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Be always safe,
Karen
good words here Jasmin
and indeed some stictches never mend, only fester
oh my tummy at the thoughts of real stiches.....
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vicikie
And now, you've left me in stiches, your poem's a blast!
(And I ain't even gonna tell ya where I had stitches - Yikes!)
And don't listen to Brother Georg; I heard he had at least 20 massages!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
So thank for the good wishes (although that swedish massages never came) and a happy day for you too
Georg
ET
Unique ponderings... "Stitches!" leads one to ontologic thoughts and to wise visions throughout its lines of philosophic and wit imagery.
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU