I Broke My Arm

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

When I was nine I broke my arm

We were playing Sunday afternoon football

We lived next to Lambert’s farm

It was in the fall

It was me against Donny and Ronnie

I was smallish but gutsy

They were big and I was puny

But I wasn’t fussy

The ball was snapped

I tried to run

There was a gap

Then it was done

They tripped me up

I didn’t get up

I couldn’t get up

Without help up

Donny took one look

I can fix that, I saw it in a book

He pulled and jerked

I cried and was irked

That ended our football game that day

I went inside and lay on my bed

I prayed real hard and thought in my head

That God would straighten my arm

I didn’t think I was doing any harm

Finally I had to show Mom

She ask how and I dropped the bomb

She rushed me to see Dr. Porch

He set it, of course

That ended my football career

It would have been a winning year

My arm soon healed

We paid the bill

This is the end of that deal