Broken Knee
I once fractured my knee
When falling out of my favorite tree
And I made the mistake of climbing it again
When my knee was still trying to mend
Now I am stuck
And just out of luck
With a cast on my leg
I tried to plea and beg
Trying to get the doc to let me leave
But it was a clean cleave
And now I had to get surgery
And I had to get my head checked by neurosurgery
To make sure I didn't have a concussion
I knew when I saw mom there would be precussions
To my actions and words
At that moment, I would of rather been outside feeding the birds
I had to stay at the hospital for about a week
Just because I wanted to take a peek
At the new bird nest
I wished I had just gave it a rest
Maybe then I wouldn't of fallen
Out of that blasted tree covered with pollen
My knee wouldn't be broken
And my mother wouldn't let me be outspoken
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