Broken arm
11-28-09


If I were a little younger
I know what I would do
I’d buy me a skateboard
maybe even two.

Thought it was fun
’til I broke my arm
Doctor wrapped it up
Nurse B. kept it warm.

Swore off of skateboards
didn’t leave alone
Doctor signed me out
Nurse B. drove me home.

B. Drive’s me crazy,
maybe just insane
never by myself
arm’s limp and lame.

She pats and massages:
pulls, yanks and tugs,
gives me little pills
some kind of drugs.

I’m too old to cope
so is my arm,
wish she would stop
before I buy the farm.

J.C. Hill

Jack,

I laughed and laughed at this one -- not your pain but it was just so funny. When you've been a bad boy, some Nurse B has to come along to make it better and make you behave if that's possible. Something tells me that would be a job with required overtime. I mean that in the best way possible. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this one!

I got the idea from another poem I read about a skateboard. When I was 15 I broke my hip playing football, that’s where the Doctor, nurse thing comes in. this one-legged Doctor had a nurse standing by holding a pencil; mind you I was 15 and girls were more than sisters. The procedure took more than an hour and I was exposed, did I say I was 15 and the nurse held a pencil.
Thanks Becky for commenting and having a good laugh.

Jack