Michael Edwards

OUCH

 

 

 

OUCH 

 

I had a green thumb yesterday

I hit it with a spanner

Now it’s turning purple grey

In a most uncanny manner.

 

I had a green thumb yesterday

I hit it with a spade

I hit it once again today

And it’s turned a khaki shade

 

I had a green thumb yesterday

I hit it more ‘n I oughter

It happened by the waterway

And now it’s in the water.

 

I had a green thumb yesterday

And with an axe I struck it

I left it in an alleyway

Inside a rusty bucket.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments11

  • Goldfinch60

    Many years ago my father used to work shift work at Grain Oil Refinery. One Sunday afternoon my Mum brother and I were watching cricket, the John Player League, when Dad walked in with his hand bandaged, we asked what had happened, he said he had hit his finger with a spanner - we all fell about laughing.
    He had broken the top bone in his middle finger in three places.

    I hope the bucket was clean.

    • Michael Edwards

      The bucket certainly was clean
      even the rust was clean as could be
      the cleanest bucket you've ever seen
      the ideal place to have a pee.

    • orchidee

      Oh lol, a fine write and pic Michael.
      Goldie's father had the same trouble then, as your recent poem - broke finger in three places. Was that England, Spain, and France, the three places? Hmm.
      No joke though when it happens.

      • Michael Edwards

        Never broken a bone in my body (where else would they be I hear you ask) and I'm running out of time - something else I might miss out on. Oh such a sad life I lead (where do you lead it I hear you ask).

        • orchidee

          And - Where is time? is it a prison or what? Where you running out of?! And furthermore - why am I talking rubbish?!

        • onepauly

          ha! ha! ha! ha!

          • Michael Edwards

            AW THANKS BUT IT'S THE OTHER THUMB i'M WORRIED ABOUT - IT'S A SORT OF KINKY PINK COLOUR.
            oOPS MUST HAVE PRESSED THE CAPS BUTTON -arr that's better.

          • Nicholas Browning

            A good bit of fun. I enjoyed the wordplay more than the humor though.

            • Michael Edwards

              I love both but for me metre is even more important. Thanks Nicholas.

            • kevin browne

              I think probably we have all created such pain by the action of a hammer. The nail is missed and then bang you take a quick glance at a beautiful butterfly passing by and a finger is crucified by it. Well written and well done, but leave the hammer alone for a bit now for recovery of broken fingers and thumbs. I like the poem, but your poor thumb needs a rest up.

              • Michael Edwards

                I do have green fingers - not sure where the green thumb came from - I've been quite proficient in hitting myself in the past.

                • kevin browne

                  Take it steady father thumb.

                • orchidee

                  That thumb OK now? Was it the same one you used to turn caps on by mistake? 'Digit slipped' as some say - or I've heard it day!

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Thumb now okay and proffered in an upward direction.

                  • Andrew Charles Forrest

                    They call him thumby Edwards
                    He strugles with his sums
                    He only counts in lots of eight
                    For he hasn't any thumbs

                    An apt title Michael... how will you paint now? you're an Octodigitalis

                    • Michael Edwards

                      Thanks Andrew - but I've still got 10 toes - . aaargh aaargh - I've still got 9 toes

                      :) :)

                      • Andrew Charles Forrest

                        Michael drop the ruddy axe
                        No not on you last...
                        Oh what the hell who needs toes anyway?

                      • dusk arising

                        I had a green one yesterday
                        chopped it off with grandads cutter
                        damn things got a life of its own
                        it ran off along the gutter.
                        I do like a light hearted lift amidst the doom and gloom misery of poetic cast offs.

                        • Michael Edwards

                          Poetic cast-offs - we are of kindred spirit. Anyone can write poetry but only a poet can writs from the imagination. There are so many who only write as a form of of therapy for their woes and miseries - it does get a tad depressing at times. I open almost every poem posted but in only a few do I get beyond the first few lines..

                        • Laura

                          Michael,

                          That poor green thumb which I venture to guess is no longer green! 😂 🌈😂

                          A fun read. Enjoyed it!

                          Great art piece! How many of them have you made?

                          ~Laura~

                          • Michael Edwards

                            About 50 in all so far - thanks Laura

                            • Laura

                              Wow! How many have you sold?

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                            • FineB

                              Hello Michael,

                              A witty entertaining poem. Wonderful!

                              Keep writing
                              FineB

                            • Gogeta

                              Ha ha ha, loved the wordplay and the humour. Bravo good sir 😁



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