Centipede Loved To Run

A centipede loved to run

 even in mornings full of fog,

he was proud of his thirty legs

that could overcome any clog.

One day he went for a run

when it was still very dark,

he could hear song of a bird

 and felt he was on the mark.

But he had lost his way

for his error he was to pay,

he stumbled on wooden pegs

and broke one of thirty legs.

Now he couldn’t jog and run

 lying in bed was no great fun,

he met a doctor hairy one

who examined leg broken one.

 Doctor was quite confused

 and he was somewhat amused,

in a manner he was bemused

and then he loudly mused,

“Why are you under stress?

You got fifteen pairs of legs,

what if there’s one leg less?

You still have twenty nine legs.” 

Centipede felt a bit despaired

he wanted his leg repaired,

he pleaded, for he was scared,

please let no effort be spared.

Doctor tried one of his tricks

and he used little sticks

that were dipped in lemon mix

and broken leg did he fix.

 Centipede jumped with joy

and what a fool he was boy,

doctor was taken by surprise

he eyed him with angry eyes.

Centipede missed his timing

and he went into a free fall,

he again broke his broken leg

and began to loudly bawl.

© i b arora