Paper Cut

So you fell and scraped your knee

And you cried for all to see.

They bring you bandages to dress

The wound and make the hurt seem less.

You have broken your right arm.

The fall down did quite some harm.

They smile and sign your cast,

And tell you the pain won’t last.

But a paper cut is in this verse,

And the pain is somehow so much worse.

For this pain, they laugh at all the way home,

And you must bear it all alone.

*I don’t do all rhyming poetry very often so this is a bit of an experiment. Meant to sound a bit nursery rhyme-like. Anyway, I just did five college exams in this week and have more next, so time for the sleeps. Goodnight Prosers!

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Prosers. I kind of like that. I may use that more often on here to refer to the band of crazy writers that we all are. Just a fun thought.

Goodnight for real this time!