Plurk Challenge from Mr. Blanka, write a poem about how I dislocated my shoulder.
It was an ordinary day, the sun was shining,
Every cloud seemed to have a silver lining.
And yet the day, took a turn for the worse,
When I went to Rugby, to practice or rehearse.
Practice had gone fine so far that day,
But towards the end is when it changed its way.
On the ground just out of reach was the ball,
So I dove to grab it but it was quite the fall.
For I landed safely on the ground,
The ball and me both, safe and sound.
But when I was starting to recover,
Down came the force of another.
He landed on me and my shoulder went,
Into the ground even harder with the force that was sent.
There was a sickening crack and something felt wrong,
I felt my shoulder not where it’s supposed to belong.
So I tried to pop the thing back into its spot,
But I gave up for it felt as though it would not.
So then I went to the Emergency Room,
Where I sat for three hours, waiting in gloom.
They never put it back, but gave me a sling,
And how much I hated that fucking thing.
But I only needed it for a day... or four,
Then I took it off and left in on my floor.
I now can move my shoulder any way that I want,
But it will always look different, like Jokerman font.
I still cannot push, because it hurts so bad,
And so I can’t play rugby, which makes me very sad.
So while that was a giant bummer,
After rehab, I should be able to play in the summer.
Done!
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