Accident
Chopped a chunk
Of my left finger
So I'll go bunk
For on the laptop can't linger
Those tacos were a danger
When the cut did show
In the wound the sauce did go
On fire but not with the spirit or praise
So I'll call it a night
And go so my finger can heal
Then I can fix another meal
And serve on poetry soup
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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