Eight-line Poems

Ouch

Ouch

It hurts,
but only when I laugh,
though even then it comes in spurts,
and makes my insides shrink, not half!

A cure,
I will find one - I must.
No sense in feigning motives pure,
I think my sense of humour’s bust!


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 07.10.23
Prompt: Write a poem about a time when someone was physically or emotionally injured, fact or fiction.