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.