Just Stick It To Me, Please
Wednesday night, hard at work
We strove to get the paper out;
Our goal to met the deadline
And secure the daily routes.
But then an accident occurred,
A case of slice and dice and dread.
A finger slipped, now padded tip
Was hanging by a thread.
Unable to stop the flow of blood,
The victim quite distressed
We opted for the ER
All hoping for the best.
And luckily the doc on call
Was ready to perform.
"The bark is worst than the bite,
The blood worst than the harm.
He raised two hands, t'was plain to see
To him it didn't matter.
"Stitches or glue, it's up to you."
All eyes lent toward the latter.
A questioning smile to prompt my choice
Which all but put me at my ease.
I shook my head and closed my eyes
"Just stick it to me, please."
A true, if colorful presentation
co/my mom-Reta Pruitt
August 17,2018
Copyright © Reta Pruitt | Year Posted 2018
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