It started yesterday

I don’t remember exactly when I wrote this but it was most likely in 2008 or 2009. Yeah, a long time ago....

It started yesterday

When I tripped and fell.

It started with some play

But ended with a yell.

It ended with a crack

My leg is what I mean,

It started in the shack

When I fell through the screen

The group had got quite wild,

Was sprawled across the floor

With tempers not so mild

And many a crashing door.

Cousin Corry leapt from the attic

Right on top my leg

His apology was dramatic

But he didn’t care a peg.

Then we called the doc

And he could set it right.

But I’d need to stay, around the clock,

In bed all day and night.

That is the end

Of my little skit

There is no bend

Or twist in it.

This is purely fiction.

And no, I do not have a cousin Corry.