Reflections on a nightmare

This morning it was snowing fit to bust and I was doing a workout in the well equipped hotel gym. Something on the TV in the corner reminded me of the time early last summer when I had my arm in plaster and the opposite leg in a hospital boot contraption. That was when I started writing poetry again (Always been a bit of a poetry geek) as a form of therapy and found that the time I spent slathering my anger and frustration into all sorts of verse really made me feel better. Today effort is an insight into my bizarre state of mind when a world class fidget was told to rest!
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Make my day 

One more week until the wretched plaster cast is cut away

It’s a lethal weapon Mel Gibson would be able to handle

To help him win the fight, bashing a tyrant down to slay

Tie up or otherwise incapacitate a dreadful vandal

Leaving our hero free to fight the thugs another day 

It’s like having a great heavy log wrapped around my upper limb

Tom Cruise as Jack Reacher would weald it like a crow bar

With stealthy step he’d karate chop the seven brutes in front of him

Leaving them dead, dazed or dying on the street or flung before a car

Fearless fighting of foreign foes falling like flies though chances were slim 

In the old days Clint would make the best of such a handy rammer

Eastwood would crinkle up Dirty Harry’s sexy eyes

Skilfully levelling his 44 magnum, fingers drawing back the hammer

Ask yourself do you feel lucky?  The punk at his feet helpless lies

My plaster cast would add weight to his fetching glamour 

It might give Bruce Willis a few pounds of extra muscle

A real He–Man where the bad guys all Die Hard he’d say

Still with a wicked smile in a sweaty fist fought tussle

‘Welcome to the party’ or more famously ‘Yippee ki ay’

The bullets, blood and flames in the final victory Hustle 

Arnie wouldn’t even notice the insignificance of a broken arm

 Everything in his path the famous black harrow can hack back

Crushing, crashing careening with every kind of harm

And in the end like Schwarzenegger says ‘I’ll be back’

He and me might have been seen in the same school of charm