'Twas back in 1963,
A big truck came along and crashed
Into my new T Bird and me.
Docs fixed my hip that got real smashed,
But only sewed up my cut arm.
Fifty one years passed. Then one day,
My arm swelled up to my alarm.
Guess what showed up in an Xray?
A 7 inch long metal rod,
Most of my lifetime afterward,
Signalling 'I'm here' to my bod,
The turn signal from my T Bird.
Removed it. I notice (wink wink)
That when turned on I do not blink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha ha ha. Another good one, Ima.