Hiatus for a month

I got a concussion and I need to concentrate on my school work until I get better. Skype me if you need me, it's your best bet, but I may not answer.


I have written a short poem to commemorate the event:


As I enter my warm haven

plush bed beckons in a sweet and soft voice

fragrant sheets fill the light room

with the smelling of crisp clean linen

eyes like lead and I lay.


Hark, for it was not stupidity

but miscalculations

and the evilness of a bedpost,

jagged and sadistic with age,

met with my head and with a bite

hurt me so...

I hope you get eaten by termites.


TL;DR- How did I hit my head?
-football?
-knife-fighting with sharks?
- fighting a dragon?

......

no, by hitting forty year old solid wood bedpost (that was owned by my grandmother- who hated me *conspiracy* ಠ_ಠ) .