How I Got That Bruise On My Head

"Nasaan si kuya?" Was the question we asked,

And stared at rainy heavens past,

We thus decided to be divided

And spar and practice while we wait.

Because our master was too late.

"I think I'll be defending."

So thus my friend's attacking.

I blocked her strong attacks,

But then my sticks bounced back.

My angle must've been wrong,

And amidst the gathering throng,

My stick hit me on the head,

And I lay as though I'm dead.

Just kidding.

I wasn't knocked out,

But a nasty bout

Of tears fell down my cheeks.

This ruined my week…

But then my friends concerned,

"See the nurse." They churned.

So thus I turned,

And marched to the clinic.

I sat there with an ice pack

And waited 'til they came back.

Damn, my head's getting bigger

And a bruise is starting to form…

And a in a friend stormed.

"Jacky, nandyan si Kuya Ronel!"

Of urgency, she tells.

I gave the ice back to the nurse

(She doesn't care much, she's had worse.)

So nothing went amiss,

And I practiced my Arnis.

My head still hurts though.