Flat foot

When you ran over my foot with your tractor-trailor,

I started cussing just like a sailor.

I cried and cried because I'm a wimp.

My foot had to be amputated and now I walk like a chimp.

People point and laugh at me and it cuts like a sword.

You mashed my foot so flat that it looked like an ironing board.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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