A friend recently had hip replacement and heart bypass surgeries. I'm glad to say he was recovering OK but a few days ago he slipped on some ice and got all banged up, breaking his arm. I wrote a poem to cheer him up but it came out sounding like gallows humor. What do you think? -- Dalton Hammond
ON BEING THE FALL GUY
This limerick won't make any sense.
I wrote it about a friend's stents.
But with bad luck from Hell
He slipped and he fell
And now it's about his new splints.