Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

In the Line of Duty

I got a splinter from the 
Laundry basket made of straw.
I banged into the stepstool
So my shin is red and raw.

I knocked a chair right over
And it fell onto my toe.
Another one’s still injured
So I’ve only eight to go.

These wounds are all the products
Of my sad attempt to clean
Which is obviously, not to me,
A part of my routine.

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Pat Adams November 20, 2017 at 9:29 PM Ha! Very funny! I've found as I get older things start jumping in front of me and out of my hands! Strange!!....;0)....Great write!!......Pat

Jan Allison November 20, 2017 at 7:08 PM Oh my dear friend, this is serious ... you have 'war wounds' and need complete rest and not to be on active duty until you are healed - and splinters can take years she says tongue in cheek - so forget the cleaning!!!!!. Thanks for making me smile Ilene:-) hugs jan xx