That Ain't Good

It splattered all over!
I thought to myself,
hey, this isn't good.
My brains were thrown about like spaghetti and a child.
I should clean it up.
Technically it is my mess.
A piece here and a piece there, it isn't a big deal.
Just a little clean-up and that's all.
If I think real hard
I could remember a good brain surgeon.
Never-mind, no pun intended there.
This story does not make any sense because I was a little brain dead at the time.
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