Start of his six month woe

Was damage neglecting Big Toe…

Though not twenty-three,

He foolishly

Went without socks to and fro.

His sense of reality muddy,

Went around with a soaked sock bloody…

Leaving red dots

In many spots,

His wife thought he was nutty!

Distracted by a catheter bout,

His mind shut the bloody foot out…

Thus it’s forgotten

Till it went rotten,

He kept on pushing it out.

The infection bothered both legs,

He was walking on broken eggs…

Made of glass

Till it came to pass

That his legs cut out and he crumpled to the floor–useless legs!

–Jonathan Caswell

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