Scaphoid Poem by Amanda May Moore

Let me out,
So I shout.
My bone will heal,
That is the deal.
Then I’ll be free,
I’m sure you’d agree,
That a cast is no fun,
Que va1 for anyone.
So you want the story,
It’s not really gory.
O.K. It was my B-day,
It was then that I would play,
Indoor soccer,
What a shocker.
My Pastor kicked the ball,
Fractured, soon I would fall.
That broke it all the way,
And still I kept in play.
Not knowing that day,
That I’d have to stay,
In the emergency room.
Sitting, awaiting my doom.
Surely it was broken,
It need not be spoken.
My Pastor really felt terrible and bad;
In need of my assurance that I’m not mad.
That’s the story,
All full of glory.
Don’t worry about me,
For very soon you’ll see,
That I will show-off,
That my cast is off.