norman hale

Freshman - 556 Points (2/18/1963 / ohio)

The Conking - Poem by norman hale

As I raised up in the shed
I conked my head
Then I must of fell to the ground
And for some reason I thought I was dead

But soon I was a woke
By the sound of some laughter
Both my mom and wife was laughing
About how hard I had hit that rafter

Then I slowly got up
And staggard as if I was drunk
Then rubbed the top of my head
And found a big ol lump

I was just checking on my dogs
giving them water and feed
If my head wasn't so hard
It might have started to bleed

I have to walk in there
With my head in a crook
Some might think I was headless
If they just got a quick look

So watch out for those rafters
Don't let my warning be in vain
Always stay low around them
Or you'll also feel the pain

wrote 10/25/2007 by Norman Hale Jr.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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