A month ago, I broke my toe.
The one most dinky, my little left pinkie.
It made me *YOWL!* tilt back and howl,
The searing pain refused to wane.
The toe, it grew, turned black and blue,
Those near it blushed like a tattoo.
But hey! today—this sumptuous day—
My husband-coach, who knows my way,
Mapped out ONE mile for my assay.
“And then,” he warned, brooking no scorn,
“Put it on ice.” I did. But, yikes!
This coldness is not paradise.
I’m not inclined to sittin’ and mopin’,
Just glad to take some ibuprofen.
The dried-off toe is elevated,
May healing thus be accelerated.
Thank you for hearing my tale of woe.
I hope you will be quick to know
The main moral, most apropos:
Try never, NEVER, to break your toe.
A Living Pencil 
My toes are curled in empathetic agony for you. The rest of me is laughing hysterically.
Thanks, friend. Do you know how hard it is to rhyme with ibuprofen?? 😉
Oh Dear, I broke one of my toes as a child…very painful. Praying you are a fast healer. While you are sitting, you might enjoy a book I just checked out from the library: Beatrix Potter’s Gardening Life by Marta McDowell. Photographs of BP and her family, copies of her drawings, and it explores why Peter, Jemima Puddle-duck and characters are so familiar with plants.
love and prayers, jep
That sounds like my kind of read! As always, I’m thankful for you, jep!
Dear Carol, I am the one so thankful for you and your “living pencil” and all you contribute to my life. I also just finished reading Delancey by Molly Wizenberg (the food writer and author of A Homemade Life and the blog Orangette). As a food lover, you might like it, too. love and prayers, jep
Ooooh! I’ll have to check it out. I loved A Homemade Life. Dear Di Wheeler gave it to me.
some future poetry writing in stall here;-)?
the children (and grandchildren) will love it…;-)
Sonja, it would have to get much better than this to be a regular feature! 🙂
but then…how did it happen? i’m curious…
I was walking briskly through my son’s house. My left foot did not clear the very low brick hearth. So, I guess I just stubbed the toe. But it had the force of a hammer coming down on it.
Eina!
(a short exclamation word for pain in Afrikaans…meaning: ouch!)…..
pronounciation: “ei” as the ‘a’ in ‘lake,bake’ – and the “na” – a short (or long sound heavily dependent on the pain level of the injury;-) ‘a’ as in “ah”
…. a teaching lesson early on a cold Saturday morn’…