Thursday, April 8, 2010

Poem #8 - A Cut on My Thumb

Yesterday's lunch was stored in an aluminum container,
Opening it up,
Was seriously a no-brainer.

However, I was a bit hasty,
Because the food looked really tasty,
And the container edge,
A cut it gave me,
And on my left thumb,
A bit of blood began to flow free.

Great, I said,
As I scratched my head,
While this was not my fault,
Now I must not let it touch
Any citrus fruit or salt,
For otherwise there will be stinging,
And trust me,
I won't be joyfully singing.

The End

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