Friday, 31 January 2020

Make that THREE new poems this WEEK.

A Crash Without Burns.

It was Tuesday afternoon and I was driving along,
A bit of light rain was the only thing wrong.
When suddenly I felt and heard a loud smash,
Then it literally hit me, that I'd been in a crash!

There were three cars involved and I was in the middle,
The impact left me blown right back as straight as a fiddle.
The damage to the car was unfortunately far from little.
It was as noticeable as a predator's fangs dribbling spittle.

I felt a throbbing stiffness now in my shoulders and neck,
Which made sitting up feel like quite a painful trek.
I unclipped my seatbelt because that was making it hard to breathe,
But as you'd expect I really just wished I could turn the key and leave.

Yesterday I saw a doctor who gave me peace of mind,
By telling me I had whiplash but otherwise I was fine.
It turns out while my body in no way ages like wine,
As I went over my muscles tightened, in order to protect my spine.

I'm sure I can attribute this to my exercising daily,
Which I'd therefore recommend to any old George or Hayley.
And whether it's about indicating or not spilling your load,
Always cherish your vehicle, and take care on the road.

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