They operated on my foot today,
Removing glass that thought to stay.
Then they say it wasn’t glass,
Which made me think of a winsome lass.
(It was dark and we had been skinny-dipping,
Our young bodies battling the chill with our
As she turned her bike to ride away,
She ran over my foot, breaking a small bone.
I can’t remember why or what we argued about,
But will always remember her. And the diagnosis
As a younger man, I learned one way.
Efficient, simple and that was that.
Although, now I have come to understand,
One can’t fold laundry without a cat.
Stopped for the night at a rundown roadhouse,
Saw the cemetery, but my eyes were getting bleary.
Woke up nude and bloody, chained in a mausoleum,
With the ghost of Patrick Swayze, very eerie!