As my arm began to resemble an arm again, after my burns back in March, I decided to give the three main scars on my arm names, so. I could become accustomed to them. I named them after what they resembled, an arrow, a dinosaur (diplodocus)and a somewhat large postage stamp. After seven months they are very slowly beginning to fade, but I am getting tired, restless, and want to get back to my old life. So here are my three wishes, sorry to be selfish, but I can’t help anyone else until I myself am fixed.

Three Wishes.

I wish the arrow would be fired, I wish the stamp to be finally posted. I wish the dinosaur to go extinct, I wish my arm had never been roasted.

Ups I can’t count, I think that’s four, will that make the genie sore ? I hope he understands, and will acquiesce, to my demands.

So the moral of this story, the moral of this thing. Is there’s humour in most everything.

All words Meadowhead Bard. Also for the first time, 🎺 artwork by Meadowhead Bard although somewhat reduced by WordPress editor.