Greetings, Poetry Lovers!
Stitches, breaks, Achilles tear -
My poor right foot, I've stressed.
Once again, it's crutches and boot -
and for-e-ver getting dressed.
©Robyn Hood Black
After I jotted that wee ditty this morning, I discovered my mother had also had a bit of fun on my Facebook post about this current locomotive challenge:
There is a young lady named Robyn....
who walks with her head a'bobbin'...
The sidewalk was missing a chunk, she went down with a clunk....
and, now, with crutches is hobblin'!!!!!
I would not rule out my stepdad's input into this literary creation, so whether credit goes to Nita Morgan, Jack Morgan, or to both - I'm not sure either would claim it! ;0)
(BTW -Could definitely be worse! I fractured the distal fibula at the ankle, but it did not go all the way through. Bones heal faster than tendons. Trust me, I know.)
Wishing you safe passage over to the Poetry Friday Roundup at Carol's Corner. Enjoy, and thank you, Carol, for hosting!