Memoirs

The Drawer

The Drawer

I pulled out the drawer and dropped it.
My toe, bare of shoes, tried to stop it.
It felt like a hammer,
made me shout and stammer,
my mom got an ice bag to top it.

As long as the cold was applied,
the swelling and pain would subside,
but standing was hell
and just made me yell.
My eyes overflowed and I cried.

I sat in my chair with it propped
up high on the wall the pain stopped.
My mom said you can't
continue to rant.
The blood blister needs to be popped.

So off to the doctor we went.
My foot on the dash slightly bent.
Would doc use a knife?
The visions were rife.
Complaining I sorely repent.

But after the doc did his deed,
the swelling and pain did recede.
The motto of this,
Stand back so you miss.
A drawer falls down at high speed

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Note: An "expressive" limerick for my memoir class.