Salmon on Croute for lunch sounded good,
I have the salmon and most other food
Just need the puff pastry and a nice fresh lemon
To encase this great looking chunk of salmon.
So down to the shop I needed to drive
Parked the car, it would only take five
Minutes to get these ingredients few
Arrived back home in days later, two.
I parked the car in my usual place
And walked to the shop at my usual pace
Tripped and fell down like great a foolish prat
I wonder why I did a thing like that!
There was pain and blood pouring from my thumb
It did not look good but I didn’t succumb
To the point of not knowing just where I was
Like those occasions one sometimes does
A passer by looked on my plight
And asked if I was feeling alright
I could not answer, I don’t know why
Perhaps the shock was starting by and by.
He asked if I needed to contact someone to help
I reached for my phone which caused me to yelp
But I managed to contact my wonderful wife
And asked her to send down the son in my life.
The first aider from the shop arrived on the scene
With his first aider bag coloured bright green
He looked at my thumb and got out a dressing
Which hid the wound which was such a blessing.
They sat me in my car to help me recover
My son then arrived and gave me a good look over,
As he was looking at me I went into shock
So an ambulance was called to come to this block.
The medic arrived in very quick time
Assessed my problem in a way so sublime
That she gave me so much confidence
That made me much less tense.
As I was going into shock and then out
Her small van was without doubt
Not how to get me all the way
To the Redditch hospital casualty bay
So an ambulance was called to collect me
To transport me with horns wailing like a banshee
To the place where I would be cured
From the pains that I now endured.
The operation to fix my wound was a complete success
But the surgeon did say that my thumb was a mess
And it should now be really OK
As long as they keep the infection way.
So the Salmon en Croute did not come to pass
As this silly old duffer fell on his arse
And took only two days to go to the shop
As I stupidly tripped and on my thumb I did drop!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is one of my early poems but is true.
- Category: Humor
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Comments8
Did you go a**e over elbow? Or summat like that. Woof! Fido says 'Steady on there, old chap' meaning me, saying such things! lol.
Summat like that Orchi.
... this aint just one o them fishermen's tales now is it ....
... I hope someone had the sense to open a tin ..........
... any old how, you get the thumbs up from me ...
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No it is totally true, see my reply to Teddy.
Andy
Brilliant, hope the thumb is on the mend
This happened many years ago and I have very little feeling in the ball of my thumb. But all is well and I can laugh about it.
Andy
Hope this was fictitious.
If not hope you’re feeling better!
No this was real many years ago, see my reply to Teddy.
Andy
And I know how you feel you ‘old duffer’
I’ve fallen over more often than that.
I know it’s difficult but I suffer
As I go down very hard with a splat.
Balance shot and always has been, Andy - my favourite spectator sport is surf board riding,their baletic skills then more so – they are gods to me - ..none of this should detract fromthe point that you have produced a great rhymer full of self deprecating comedic action.
Thanks Dave, yes I did go down with a splat.
Andy
Well at least you have a well written poem to remember the day by and laugh at. Glad you survived And. 😉
I always have a laugh about it AP.
Andy
I'm glad that you do Andy. You deserve it. 😉
I guess instead of a salmon you got a (flounder) well dear one, nice set of couplets and lovely story telling! Hope the incident was make believe! A bloody tale lol
Thank you Dove - no it was real, see my answer to Teddy.
Andy
Wonderful - inspired!
Thank you Jon.
Andy
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