Ouch!

I ran across the floor
and smacked into a door.
It made my nose all bloody.
And now I'm talking fuddy.

It blackened up my eye
so bad I thought I'd die.
It flattened out my face
so it looked like second base.

It knocked a couple teeth loose.
Now I squirt when I drink orange juice.
Next time I take off runnin', I'm hopin'
the door I'm runnin' through is open.



(C) 1998, Arden Davidson