Wrecked!
by Jill McDougall
I’ve scraped the skin
From off my chin,
My arms and legs are grazed,
My elbow’s sprained,
My ankle’s maimed,
I’m feeling kind of dazed.
I’ve crunched my neck,
My knee’s a wreck,
My fingers curl like claws,
My dental work
Has gone berserk
And jammed up both my jaws.
My eyes are black,
My nose is red,
My lips are turning blue –
So tell me why
The teachers cry –
SPORT IS GOOD FOR YOU!
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Terrific poem, Jill – and I agree – sport is dangerous.
A great poem, Jill. I loved both the content and the rhythm.
Ha! Love it Jill. I always hated sport at school
Enjoyed your poem, Jill, and really related to it.
I’ve only just discovered that people leave lovely comments on the Poem of the Day so it’s been great fun hunting down my poems in the archives and reading the responses. Wahoo! Thanks so much to all who have taken the time to leave a note. I am SUCH a great fan of your poems Jenny and yours too, Bill, although I haven’t read as many. I look forward to seeing more :0)
Delightful, thanks Jill.