December 9th (A.K.A. Twas the night before Day 9)

Twas the night before Day 9, when all through Hyde park
Many people were stirring, although it was dark
The commuters were all heading homeward with haste,
In hopes that none of their own time they would waste.

The music was playing and fun was at hand,
If you ventured south east, to Winter Wonderland
But I, heading westward, somewhat business like
Had hopped on the saddle of a Boris Bike

Hasta la vista, European Union!

And off I did cycle, as fast as I could,
Perhaps a bit faster than maybe I should.
On through Hyde Park I flew like a flash,
Never suspecting I may have a crash.

The moon on the breast (LOL) of the rain sodden ground
Gave the light of mid-day to the leaves all around
When, what to my wondering back wheel should occur,
But a loss of all friction and the rest was a blur.

I jumped up from the ground, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment I’d been a right dick!
My Glasses I’d lost in my unfortunate tumble,
But found them quite fast so I guess I can’t grumble. 

And I would have gotten away with it too, were it not for those meddling fallen leaves and light rainfall

For the rest of my journey, I ventured on foot
Though in all honesty I felt O.K, but
An ache in my elbow began to grow larger
Though it would be a few hours before I thought on that harder.

I met with the Girlfriend, then went off to Sainsbury’s 
Bought Mexican food, Olives and some Cheese.
Perhaps the first clue that I’d caused myself folly
Was when I had to give up on pushing the trolley

When we arrived home, we barely did err,
Started cooking right then, for starving we were
The second clue came, when I tried to chop chicken
I could not chop at all without the pain kickin’ in (my favourite rhyme of this poem)

(Now some out there among you may think this a ruse,
Perhaps you would do it, were you in my shoes
You think it’s a lie, the excuse getting thinner
Did I just do all this to avoid cooking dinner?)


So dinner I ate, sorry for myself
Though somewhat cheered up by Will Ferrell’s Elf
‘til my arm full of pain I couldn’t unbend
I said “so off to A and E in the end!”

Two bus journey’s later we arrived pretty late,
Told the nurses the problem who said ‘sit and wait’
We sat and we waited as nurses then came
And asked for the next patients, each by their name;

"Now, Gary! now, Larry! now, Sue with the flu!
On, Terry! on Gerry, who’s foot has gone blue!
Then after 3 hours we shouted hooray!
As a nurses voice boomed to shout out “Nic Munday!

So the nurse I did see, then was sent on my way 
To see a radiologist, to get an x-ray
The results then came back and the answer was spoken
“I’m afraid Mr Munday your Elbow is broken”

I'm no superman!

So the lesson we’ve all learned from my recent past
Is when cycling home, there’s no rush, don’t go fast.
And now I must finish, but one final thing,
“Merry Christmas to all, even those in a sling!”

Happy December 9th all!