poems

I make lots of poems, so im gonna post them sometimes...comment on them if u like them :)

That horrible Monday morning
while running down the stairs
I tripped and fell down
and landed on some chairs

My knee was bleeding
My foot was really sore
My ankle was badly twisted
I could not have taken more

I went to the doctor
Who said I was badly hurt
He took me to the nurse
Who treated me like dirt

She told me I was clumsy
And that I could have died
She took a bunch of tests
While I sat there and cried

I still despise that Monday morning
But why should I dwell on the past?
Right now I can't do anything
Because I'm stuck here with a cast