I had fractured my foot, and relations with my in-laws were at an all time low. Text:
Let bygones be history
Let prologue be past;
My eloquence is useless
With my foot in a cast.
A notion-a dark wish
Bringing forth evil seed;
I've suffered the injury
Without doing the deed.
With mayhem inside me
Continuing to gnaw;
I wished harm on my
soon-to-be-ex-mother-in-law!
Such violence I've coddled
But this trophy I've won;
My metatarsal fractures but (sadly)
The deed's not been done!
Oh, that my fractures knit rightly
And my scorched soul would heal;
To be wholly mended so I can
Do it for real!
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