My toes are often sheepheaded at best
Their minds invisible, often at rest
But when I dropped an I-pad on them
They came awake with angry vigor and vim
I had no idea that a toe could hurt so
It swelled up like July corn that continued to grow
I was yelling in pain, oh, me, oh, my, oh!”
Hoping to alert my nearly deaf uncle Joe.
Categories:
sheepheaded, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
illogical thought
sheepheaded idea
easily ignored
Categories:
sheepheaded, life,
Form: Senryu