The accelerator pedal jammed. I couldn't ease up a bit on it, and....
as the curve ahead would not straighten for me, .....the tree I hit.
The pain flashed through my body, and 'thank god', I did pass out.
I ended up with a concussion, three broken ribs, and one broken snout.
The first thing I recall after awakening, were lights shining from above.
Would I soon be staring at an angel? One wearing wings like a dove?
Or would I find myself confronted by the dreaded 666, instead of 669?
To my GREAT surprise I faced a lawyer, with contract-in-hand-to-sign.
My friend, Eugene Levich, had advised me, in such a case, what to do.
Prepared, and with ALL my strength, I looked the guy in the face and said 'SHOO, SHOO! '
waking up in a hospital, staring at a lawyer, are you sure it wasn't the big 666 lol, sounds scarier than my hospital visits.
well, i DID (I THINK) misspell Earnie [sic] in my poem note. that is being corrected. ;) bri i also changed one little word in the poem after typing it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With broken ribs.... how long did you rest quietly in your room? Hope you were nicely fed by your wife, the only pleasurable thing you could do then .......! !