Dear George,
Tuesday night I went out for
a stroll
Chatting on my cell phone and
laughing
I didn’t even see the
sidewalk hole
Until I was on the ground
gasping
The doc checked me out in the
morn
She ordered X-rays as they do
She came back in with a face
forlorn
“You’ve fractured not one rib
but two!”
Sore ribs are like armies of
demons with spears
Who stab at your innards with
relish
The pain brings to mind your very
worst fears
And Day Two is even more
hellish
Sore ribs are like bites from
a crocodile
Or stings from ten thousand
bees
It hurts when you laugh and
it hurts when you smile
And it’s worse when your
doggies you squeeze
Sore
ribs feel like mealtime for killer ants
Or
scorpions digging into your torso
No
wonder I shift in and out of a trance
It's
like torture on Homeland, only
moreso
There are many other things
that sore ribs are like
Bullet wounds, poison darts,
vampire bites
I haven’t yet taken our dogs
for a hike
To say nothing of twelve
sleepless nights
But today I am feeling much
better
There’s a rule I wish I had
known
We all must follow it to the
letter
Never stroll while you chat
on your phone
G-mail Comments
-Gayle C-L
(2-11-15): David, I'm sorry to hear you fell and broke
your ribs! I hope you're alright !
Yes definitely Dont Txt a Walk too! Keep in touch
Lots of love.
G
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