(Poem 285 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Why the face
my fri end?
Things could be worse
in the e nd.

Your head
could ex plode,
your left foot
become a to ad.

Your chin
could fall o ff,
or your ear
catch a cou gh.

Your nose
could multi ply,
or a mushroom
sprout from your th igh.

Your teeth
could grow f ur
and your elbow
begin to p urr.

I guess what
I’m trying to s ay
in my own
weird w ay,

is be thankful,
not ber eft,
you’ve got it good,
W T F!?!

@Home Studio – 285^th poem of the year

Runner ups for the WTF photos to accompany my poem: