Rip Van Ouch

A poem from highschool – circa 1995

Rip Van Ouch

It Was Dark;
The Pavement Was Darker.
The Concrete Stung,
As My Face Brushed Against its
Cold Heartless Surface.

It Stunk

“Ouch” I Said.
“That Hurt” I Replied.

I Skated Home Swiftly,
And My Face Erupted with
Bloody Bits of Gunk.

It Stunk More.

Comments (4)

  1. Josh` wrote:

    Is this when you got beat up with a baseball bat on halloween?

    Wednesday, May 31, 2006 at 9.33 am #
  2. jst wrote:

    Nope this one is made-up.

    Wednesday, May 31, 2006 at 10.25 am #
  3. Mom wrote:

    J, I’m so proud.

    Wednesday, May 31, 2006 at 7.20 pm #
  4. RMS wrote:

    Love that one!

    Wednesday, May 31, 2006 at 8.14 pm #