So I've gone and sprained my right hand
Go on and ask how
'Cause I'll be happy to tell you
It happened like this
There were two little doggies
And they got into a fine fight
And pitched it up to an extraordinary height
Without needing any third party involvement
But there I went and got involved all the same
And just for some peace and quiet, tried to collar both of them
Well, it didn't work
It turned out to be a mistake.
We ended up making an absolute din
And to make the long story short
In the excitement of it all, my hand collided with a painting frame
And wood proved stronger than bone
It necessitated a visit to the family doctor
I had to walk quite a way in the sun
And then I had to walk quite a way back again
And now I don't know what pains me the most
The sun-stroke or the sprain.
P.S - This means, painting project on a bit of a hold. I may console myself with poetry. Beware.
P.P.S - The doggies are fine, uninjured, and unrepentant.
