He broke his crutch
He sits in a big huff
Moaning and grumbling under his breath
Sitting in his cube of death
he doesn't make a sound
I sit and look around
Wondering how long
this drama will go on
He finally settles down
Sitting with a frown
Telling me about this huge catastrophe
of how he broke his crutch and almost his knee...
he explains me what its like
Losing a 'walking spike'
Is like breaking one of your shoes
you know the better pair you always chose! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think I'll write a new poem called, 'he broke his Nose! '..nice poem dave