 I broke my toe again today.
The little piggy that cries “wee wee wee” all the way
Home. That’s where I kicked your car
Or truck. Who knows? But I kicked it far.
I yelled out, “Dammit!” But no one heard.
Thank goodness, since we tell you not to use that word.
And you know because you tell me so
Every time you hear a word that’s even close.
I broke my toe again today.
Yes, the same one, to my dismay.
This time it was when I kicked the gate
At the top of the stairs while running late.
Your baby sister didn’t understand
When I screamed out, “Dammit! Not again!”
But she looked at me as though to say
“Are you supposed to talk that way?”
I broke my toe again today.
How many times will I scream in pain?
This month has been quite a beating
On my pinky toe as it’s healing.
It finally starts to feel okay
When out of nowhere comes another day
That I jump, and dodge, and scramble about.
To no avail, I start to pout.
I broke my toe again today.
Surprisingly, nothing was in my way
Except that chair I was walking by.
It jumped out at me! And then I cried.
Luckily the agony only lasts for a minute.
The pain subsides and I’m right back in it
Making breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
All the while looking over my shoulder.
I broke my toe again today.
And you said, “I’m sorry” in a heartfelt way.
I know it was an accident.
A crushing blow to my toe is not what you meant.
But the next time we start to wrestle and play
I’m wearing shoes and first-aid tape.
It’s either that or off to the doctor I go
To have him remove this pesky little toe.
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