Broken leg

Broken leg

By jfarrell


I was 7; hit by a car; leg in plaster;

Alone at home, parents at work;

With 50p left me, to get me dinner,

No food in the house.


So, off I go to buy me dinner;

A usually 5 minute walk took ages,

Taking me past my school,

Scared of being told off for being outta school


I get me cup of soup from the baker’s

And return home

And passing my school

I had to stop, to rest, so tired


Spotted by a teacher, dragged into school

Forgot about the day, in school, as I should be.

Arrived home to the mother of all beatings

I’d left the front door open, all that time.


I’m 7, leg in plaster, no food in the house

And no bloody key!

What was I suppose to do?

Lock myself out?



Author's Notes/Comments: 

yep, brains of britain were my parents

Little Accident

The other day

I made a mistake,

and it all started when

I went to work

an hour and a half early!


I went up to the

employee's room,

and messed around there for

just a little while.


I emailed my mom,

to ask her what to do,

since I had stupedly

forgotten my phone.



My mom told me to

come on back home.


I got in my car,

and did just that!



I guess that I

wasn't paying

enough attention.


I pulled up

in front of my house,

going a little too fast.


I parked way too close

to my neighbor's car,

which they always park

infront of our house.



So when I finally head

back to work,

I backed up a little,

and then tried to turn.


I didn't realize

just how close I

had parked to them.


So I bumped their car,

scrapping off some paint,

and leaving some of my white

paint there on the yellow bumper!



I couldn't stop and tell my mom,

since I had to hurry

and get myself to work!

So I left,


and went to work.



I actually had thought

of not telling anyone...

but knew that this would

be the most stuped thing

that I could do!



So during my break,

I called my mom,

and told her what had happened.


She was not impressed,

and I had to tell my neighbor too.


The wierd thing is,

is that she lives in her own house,

with her husband.


But her SON, a GROWN MAN,

still lives with her...


They have a dog,

that they don't take care of.


He's always outside,

no matter what kind

of weather there is!



so in a way,

I don't feel ALL that bad about it...

Except that I may have to pay for it...



No, No... I don't mean that...

I am thinking it, but

that's not who I am...

Is it?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I accidently bumped into my neighbor's car the other day... It looks just like this one:

except for the fact that I left a bit of white paint on the bumper...


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