The Slow-Cooked Sentence

A limerick for a minor emergency

Rachael Conlin Levy

Penned in the car as we drove through rush-hour traffic to the hospital:

It was the second of four laps
when Max ran and fell flat.
The coach had no ice,
but firefighters were nice,
setting bones that had snapped.


Before injuring himself in the 1600 race at the city’s middle school track championship meet, Max ran the 800 and placed 8th. Sam placed second in the relay and fourth in the 400.


This was the third and, here’s hoping, final broken bone  (Max — 1, Sam — 2) in one year for the family. Max’s cast came off last week, just in time for summer!

One response to “A limerick for a minor emergency”

  1. Andrea says:

    Oy! No fun.

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