Not a new poem, not my best work, but a fun one nonetheless. Hospital days with boys my own age, having wheelchair races and driving nurses nuts. And then, yeah, sometimes THINGS happen :)
READY? GO! Ready? GO! Round the ramp and up we go Hold it, wall, stop! Slow! This is not fair, you have A motor in there I have to use my hands! Watch out, where that gurney stands? Don’s crash into it, ouch, it lands On top of me, poor skinny guy You shut up, lift me, try! Man, some race this is, don’t laugh, Sitting here against the wall You go and call a nurse, be quick I think I’m going to be sick. No more racing? To my room? Ohhh, the doom and gloom! That's it for today, my friend Don’t you snicker, it’s not the end! I’ll get you, some day Not today, but certainly not far away!
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