Norwegian Farmer’s Son…March 26th

March 26th...”DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER GOOD STORIES ABOUT BEING INJURED?”

I envision this big magnet located by inside my whatzelnipper and alongside my glamwackeedoodler.  This magnet pulls accidents to me like hees to boney…….errr, umm, I mean bees to honey 😉   I’m an Olympic accident on the hoof.   To describe this cacophony of yowsers in my life, I wrote a silly poem called, “Pobody’s Nerfect” (get it?  Nobody’s Perfect?…hehehehe )

POEM – “Pobody’s Nerfect” by N. Elliott Noorlun

Pobody’s nerfect, Especially me,

I’ve been this way, Since I’d say three.

It’s a minor miracle, That I’m still here,

Considering the courses, I did steer.

There were many times, Back on the farm,

My given name, Should have been “HARM”.

You’d be amazed, At the stunts I’d pull,

Like my blood poisoned feet, Or shooting the bull.

Bull weren’t too happy with what I did,

Cause I was a mean widdo kid,

I had BB rifle, Aimed just right,

In the place that made him, Wanna fight!

If it weren’t for the solid, Fence back home,

I wouldn’t be here, a’writin’ this poem.

Then there’s the lawnmower, With which I played tag,

Except my fingers, It decided to snag.

I’ve fallen from hay mows, And cracked my head,

It’s amazing that, I ain’t yet dead.

Once while tripping, O’er my toes,

I went the way, That gravity goes.

T’was in the school gymnasium,

I busted wide my cranium.

The doc said, “One more blow like that,

T’will make him less, Than dog or cat!”

So just be thankful, Yer as good as ya are,

Cause I’m amazed, I’ve got THIS far!!! 😉