A poem for you:
Some might say that my day was bizarre:
I was taking a stroll when I was hit by a car!
The driver jumped out and said "Hey, you alright?"
But I could not talk and my eyes were shut tight.
But then I came too and I looked up to see,
that the man who was talking was no other than me!
At first I thought, "Well, maybe I'm dead,
or I've suffered an injury on top of my head."
The answer then formed from my brain to my lip:
"Those clones on vacation! They're back from their trip!"
Clone 5...he had hit me, yep, that was him,
Compared to the others, he's a bit dim.
But he whipped out his phone, like all those clones do,
and called paramedics, I tell you...it's true!
They came and they took me and patched me all up,
gave me ice cream, and jello, and juice...in a cup!
I forgave Clone 5, didn't moan, didn't wail.
But the government didn't, and now he's in jail...
#120 in Explore