Sorry ‘bout your accident
Ya never can be certain
When you’ll go from feelin fine
To achy, sore and hurtin
Flips, loops and collisions
It seems when they occur
You can go from being healthy
To completely shot in a blur
Road rash and abrasions
There’s nothing good about em
Concussions and lacerations
We all could do without em 
Sprains aren’t much fun either
And fractures aren’t a blast
No one wants accessories
Like crutches and a cast
Beware of lousy drivers
And gravel in the street
Keep your wits about you
Especially when runnin from da heat
So watch out for uneven road ways
Dividers and guard rails
Good wheelies can go bad
And then all ya can do is bail 
Soon you’ll feel much better
Now that you’re on the mend
But if that doesn’t do it
My poem has reached its end
(if that don’t help – nothing will)
Dianna
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