Narration of a Five-Year-Old BeeBee

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Yet again, this is a "wine poem"...it gets better the older it gets :) And I understand some of the rhythming is cheesy...but hey, gimme some credit! Some of the words are tricky to rhyme! :)
Just a short narration of the time I got my hand slammed in a 500-pound steel door. Yes, this IS a true story...I was five at the time.
Enjoy!

Submitted: March 28, 2011

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When I was young, only three or four

I wondered what it'd be like

To have my hand slammed in a door

Or run over with a bike.

I wasn't quite sure I wanted to test

Or sacrifice any digits

My dad told me to give it a rest

So I played with the other midgets.

The very next day my mom took me to work

The door was heavy steel

The wind blew it shut, my mom went berserk

And my fingers almost broke--for real!

The puffed up big, and hurt very much

I couldn't bear for them to wiggle

I didn't move them, even for lunch

Or to laugh, it hurt to giggle.

Eventually my fingers healed, with time

And the frequent application of ice

At the worst point, they were large as a lime

But got back to normal--how nice!

I removed what I screamed--yikes!

So it wasn't quite as gory

But the one with my hand under a bike--

Well, that's a whole different story.


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