Saturday, October 2, 2010

Poem #15

It made me so sad when you busted your knee.
I'm glad that you've enjoyed a recovery.
I hope you won't need to resort to crutches
to escape from your arch enemy's clutches.

My darling wife dislocated her patella, which was horribly painful. This poem was a celebration of her recovery from that injury. This one's not particularly gushy, I think.

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