I dropped my bowling ball on my foot.
It landed with a thud.
I yelled so loudly that the alleys shook.
I could feel the oozing of some blood.

My shoe looked like a dented fender.
I knew I was in mammoth pain.
And when I took off my damaged shoe,
I thought I would go insane.

The swelling was enormous.
My big toe was a mess.
I swore like I was in a gutter.
I needed a soothing rest.

But I was off to the hospital,
To get a painful evaluation.
I knew that my broken toe
Would delay my vacation.

Six months later,
I’m feeling a whole lot better.
But as for going bowling again,
I’ll just watch it with my girlfriend Heather.