An Accident No Longer Waiting to Happen
I have not met you Bella Stander
But I think we are perchance related.
My mother’s family genes have made me
All too similarly fated.
I’d tell you ‘bout my funny falls,
My accidents, my spills and worse,
But not one tale compares to yours
Of “Bella and the Naughty Horse*.”
So now the doctors work to fix
Your aching broken humerus.
And people send you love and poems
Sincerely felt and numerous.
Get well! We wish. And get home soon.
You’re sorely missed that’s plain to see.
… I’ll add advice from one who’s been
An accident about to be:
Look both ways twice ere crossing streets
Wear stirrups next time on a horse,
Be careful of electric shock
And do not bungee-jump of course.
*the poet being glad it wasn’t “hearse” which would have made a better rhyme, but not such a laughable outcome