a little poem

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   Twas the day before the night before christmas

And all through the yard

Was the sound of a hammer

Banging pegs way too hard

Our old swing set it seems

Was not in the right place

Too close to the corner

We needed more space

It had been in the ground

 for nearly a year

But now santa’s gift of a trampoline

Soon would be there

So the swing set was moved

And the pegs taken out

And then banging them in

I heard Michael shout

Having just had a shower

I came running half dressed 

And lifted his hand off his eye

To find a yucky red mess

The peg that had been

In the ground wasn’t now

It had jumped up and taken 

A chunk off his eyebrow

So off to the doctors

I dragged Mr Wuss

Have never seen a grown man

Create such a fuss

Apparently 5 yrs of training

Means squat

I said he’d need stitches

He said he WOULD NOT

We got there, and went in 

The doctor came by

And said

“I think you’ll need stitches in that eye”

So we sat and we watched

as they stitched up his brow

He thought they were finished, 

But I was a cow….

I asked the nurse 

about a tetanus shot too

She said since it’s been 15 yrs, 

that, we must do

So they lifted his sleeve

And gave him a jab

And after all this 

the poor guy was so sad

So now we’re back home, 

With our staunch manly dad

And I laugh at the crappy few days

we’ve just had

I went outside before

And not surprised I have found

Him back with the hammer

Banging pegs in the ground.

If he damages himself

just moving a swing

i wonder what injuries

the trampoline will bring?

Edited by mum2paris