It's funny how bruises turn yellow,
Long after we've had a bellow.
A bruise reminds us of a mistake
Yet yellow is for happy, not heart ache.
So why would something so sad
Not be red, the color for mad?
Maybe the bruise wants to teach us something
That maybe the injury made wasn't a dumb thing.
Maybe the fall made a magical chime
So you'll walk instead of run next time.
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My Stupid Little Poems
PoetryI've realized I have a talent for making stupid little poems about random stuff. So, I'll keep them in this book. Some are good, but some are meant to be funny and stupid. So Enjoy!!
