My dignity is damaged
Since the wheel fell off the chair
And sent me spinning backwards
With both feet up in the air.
There was that awful moment
When I knew I couldn’t stop
And wondered on which bit of me
The chair …and me… would drop.
I don’t do acrobatics
…Volunatrily… these days
The passing years and dodgy joints
Have made me mend my ways.
The wrist took most of the assault,
The hip most of the rest,
The dodgy spine did none too well…
The chair had come off best.
I lay there winded, wondering
If I should dare to move
And if I did I wondered
Just how painful it might prove.
The small dog had a panic
And ran over in alarm
To check to see I was okay
Or if I’d come to harm.
She didn’t know quite what to do,
But, glad I wasn’t dead,
She licked my face and just sat down
To guard the corpse instead.
The corpse looked at the ceiling
Feeling rather wan and faint…
Deciding it could do with
Yet another coat of paint.
My dignity is bruised today…
My posture’s not terrific.
Let’s say I need a cushion…
And let’s not be more specific…
So signing off with poetry…
A ditty, not an ode…
I plan to spend the afternoon
In horizontal mode.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
ouch. I’ve had this happen to me before too, it wasn’t pretty. Glad to see you could make a nice rhyme of it. 🙂
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Not much else to do with it, Bradley 😀
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Oh my lord… the ‘elf and safety paperwork…
Good to see that Ani’s “First aid at work” training has paid off – did exactly the right thing… apart from lick the casualty, of course… that’s generally frowned upon… :p
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She seemed to think it appropriate… taking advantage while I was at a disadvantage 🙂
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Amazing. I can understand that you are trying to work very hard. Even I also do the same and guilty to work too much.
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Sometimes you are ‘told’ to slow down 🙂
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😶 oh no
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🙂
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Ice it and take care – hope you don’t hurt tomorrow
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It is tomorrow.. and still sore 🙂
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So sorry. Hope you recover soon
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Just stiff and sore… I’ll be fine in a day or two. Multicoloured, but fine. 🙂
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I’m betting Ani will cuddle you
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without the slighest excuse 🙂
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I’m sorry this happened but what a delightful poem. And Ani as usual, right on the mark. I know you will take care just don’t look at the bedroom ceiling too closely or you may want to add more paint there as well! 🙂
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No… the bedroom is fine 🙂 I can close my eyes in there…
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You’ve been zooming around your office again, haven’t you? When will you kids learn!
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Never I hope 🙂 Not if it means growing up!
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Yowzer. Hope all is well and the bruises not painful, even if they may be colorful.
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Liberal slatherings of arnica, I think 🙂
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😉 Then all should be well!
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Eventually… 🙂 But for now I need the cushion 😉
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Healing thoughts!!!
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🙂
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LOL – you make it sound so slapstick, but sincerely, I hope you are not too harmed and both your dignity and arse will recover. 😉
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LOL! So do I… the dignity resigned some years ago so that I’m not worried about 😉
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Bravo, Sue! I smiled at your wit in telling this incident, but oh! it’s not so funny when the body takes a beating. I really like this poem. 🙂
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Thanks, Susan. I could have lived without the intimate meeting with the floor 😉
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I too have an aging but beloved office chair. If I could figure out how to get rid of it, I’d get a new one. I solved the problem by using my laptop in the other room. And the desk chair just … waits. Old. Tired. Waiting to dump me on my … butt? hip? back? head?
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Stay away from it, Marilyn… put barbed wire round it and a Keep Off sign on it!
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A bucket of lager should do the trick – the verse did rather make me chuckle – trust all is well obviously!
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Cide, please, Mike… unless I’m supposed to sit in it? 😉
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What a fun poem. The doodle adds so much to it. Is it your drawing? Sorry for the inquisition from post to post!
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Chat away… that’s what this ia all about 🙂 Sadly no, not one of mine…
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More importantly, it is well chosen and adds to the post.
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Wish I could have found the artists attribution though.
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So sorry you are sore and aching and had this little scuffle with the chair. But you really have this comic poetry down pat– I love it!! Feel better and keep writing funny poems! xx ellen
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Thanks Ellen 🙂
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Poor you! Hope you’re not too battered. Had an extraordinary experience once when separate chairs that my father and I were sitting on collapsed within about 5 minutes of each other. It was hilarious at one level but I completely understand about the cushion!
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Onl y slightly battered 🙂 I can imagine!
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Hope your sore bits are improving! Poor you! 😕
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Still sore… but it’ll sort itself out.
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Loved your humorous take on a nasty fall. Hope you’re feeling much better by now. 😉
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Thanks, Judy, I’ll tell you when the coffee kicks in 😉
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Sorry Sue, ouch! Glad you’re not even more seriously hurt, and I love the poem. 🙂
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The bruised dignity will mend 🙂
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I’ve had this happen, conclusion: chair fights back…
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I can’t blame it… overworked, undervalued… and we never give them flowers 😉
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Reblogged this on Anita & Jaye Dawes and commented:
love this poem!
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Ouch! But so pleased to see you wrote a very humorous poem about the incident, Sue. I’m guessing Ani may have thought it a game and licked you over the face? That’s what Toby the Corgi tends to do when I end up on the floor.
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She was a little confused and worried, Hugh… but still licked 🙂 Then sat down beside me till I coud get up.
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That’s dedication and loyalty for you. Toby always seems to know when things are not quite right and he’ll give me a lot of attention and wag his tail a lot as if to say “don’t worry, you got me. Now can we have a walk?”
Hope you feeling a better this morning. I’ve just put the kettle on for some midmorning tea. Biscuits?
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Biscuits?! Hell yes! Be right over 🙂
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Humour is the best way to mend an injury like that. I remember some times that I have sat in broken chairs… maybe I should blog about it sometime!
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Perhaps you should, Noah 🙂
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Perhaps you should, Noah 🙂 Laughter mends most things.
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Thank goodness you’re injuries weren’t worse. Hope you’re feeling better soon. I loved the poem, but wish it hadn’t been necessary.
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Back to normal now, thank you, Suzanne… just the odd bruise fading 🙂
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Sorry about that typo. 😦
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I make so many 😉
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