Bee stings.
Banging my elbow on a desk.
Standing on a plug.
Walking into a door frame.
Static shock on the way down the stairs.
Tripping over in public.
Paper cuts.
Getting salt in a paper cut.
Stubbing my toe on the couch on the way to the loo in the dark.
Having a wedgie when there are people stood behind me.
Door to door salesmen.
Flying ants.
Hayfever.
Finger nails down a blackboard.
Dropping the iron on my foot, when its on.
Leg Cramp.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem