I'll Do Anything! Just Don't Take My Ankle!

Walk the walk

Without it, I can’t.

Talk the talk

Without it, I shan’t.

 

We all have one.

Actually, two!

A gift for fun.

And shuffling, too!

 

Can you guess?

Can you really?

I bet yes.

We need it dearly.

 

Rhymes with mangle.

Did you figure?

It’s an ankle!

When hit, it’s bigger.

 

I was hit.

It was sprained.

Wasn’t lit.

My days rained.

 

Walk?

I couldn’t.

Talk?

I shouldn’t.

 

The things I love

Became obsolete.

I look above

As I take a seat.

 

I think of the gym.

I think of my runs.

My days feel so dim.

I can’t work my buns!

 

I’m stuck in my bed

And big scary crutches.

It’s not in my head

This is what my crutch is.

 

I need to recover.

I miss my poor feet.

A kiss from my mother

The boo-boo retreats.

 

Now I know

Forevermore

The sorry woe

Of one ankle sore.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

THE CROW

Good one. I hate it when I can't work my buns.

mathewgiladi

Haha thank you!

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