Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Knee jerk poetry

'Round 'bout a month ago
I twisted my knee

Falling hard to the ground
I screamed "INJURY!"

I rested and iced,
elevated and compressed

R.I.C.E helped a little
but I remained depressed

The doctor said,
"You did a number on that knee"

It appears that number
was not one million and three

No, no, that number
requires surgery

I tore my ACL,
a stabilizing tendon

I lost my way
no more twistin' or bendin'

I'll go under the knife
and borrow some hamstring

Hopefully all will go well
and I can return before next spring

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