A carefree boy, a reckless lad, my day was off and running,
But oh! the bang-up wreck I had, I never saw it coming
So now I sit and convalesce, my joyful style is hampered
But I’m kept comfy while I rest; my human keeps me pampered
So pity me not, o kindly friend, this sorry state won’t last
Sometimes when you cast fate to wind, your fate’s to wind up in a cast.
“A bad night, but you’ll be playing very soon!” says Flickr-er Julio Roman Fariñas.