Ouch Poem by Donna Saphier

Ouch most is my favourite word
I say it all the time
Whilst walking into door frames
I'm sure I'm going blind

I also walk into the wall
I'm sure I've something missing
I bang my head and look around
It looks like we've been kissing

But worst of all that big brown table
Sitting in my front room
I'm sure it's there waiting for me
To bring me to my doom

Ouch that table hurts so much
It waits for my little toe
And when I catch it frequently
The whole wide world will know

It hurts so much, it makes me sick
I scream and cry and whine
Why do I always have to bang
This little toe of mine

I may be big, I may be strong
And I sure let everyone know
But I am such a weakling
When I catch my baby toe.