Broken bones

Broken bones

It was a bad night

First the car gave me a fright

Then I drank to much wine

I felt in a mood to dine.

I did ballet

To hard house

I tripped now

My ankle is broken

No more dancing

No more drinks

‘No more driving

I sit

My leg elevated high

Up to the sky

This broken bone is no fun

I am not 21 anymore

I must be grown up

But living with a control freak

Causes me to crack

Then I pop open Prosecco

Drink cocktails

Then I fall once more.

Oh broken bone

Please get fixed soon

So I can walk once more.

Have my freedom back ,

Please don’t break anymore.

SM

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