This is about my poor cousin Ste who fell down a flight of concrete steps where he lives. He has two fractures in one hand, also fractured shoulder and neck. I am afraid my sense of humour (and his) won`t let me write something sad – no tea and sympathy from me. You know I love you loads Ste. Get well soon, from your spoonerism pal.
OUR POOR STEVE
Ste was going home for his tea one day
Misjudged his footing much to his dismay,
And so he fell forward flat on his face
Embarrassed he thought `must get out of this place`.
Words in his head said `I`ll cut my losses`
But never realized he`d do all those tosses,
So jumping up quickly from the floor
Little did he know just what was in store.
He lost his balance and backwards he fell
He was lucky to live and the tale to tell,
He ended up at the bottom once again
But now he was in excruciating pain.
The ambulance came and took him away
And now in a hospital bed he does lay,
He has fractures here and fractures there
He even has staples in his hair.
The Grand Old Duke of York has nothing on him
But our Steve`s outcome was far more grim,
Although at one point he was neither up nor down
For all his trouble our Ste now wears a crown.
His crown is a halo bolted to his head
And poor Ste is now confined to his bed,
If you look you`ll see his halo is black
And it matches the colour of his back.
His glasses they were around his neck
Now they went on a God almighty trek,
Round they swung before Ste hit the ground
But his glasses they were safe and sound.
His mobile `phone is another thing
That must have taken quite a fling,
He doesn`t get messages any more
Only flashing lights by the score.
Even tho` Ste is extremely sore
He and I have a great rapport,
I couldn`t let him lie there all glum
With such colourful bruises on his bum.