Visit From My Imagination - Sprained Ankle Saturday

Lying on my old couch
alone with my sprained foot.
Looking at the coffee table
where all the junk is put.

How can I tell people
how I got this sprain?
Saying that I tripped and fell
is obviously just too lame.

"I was flying in an air plane
when all of the sudden, we crashed.
I was the only one who came out alive.
Just a sprain! But the whole plane was trashed."

No... How about...?

"I was at a Lord Of The Rings convention
when someone came at me with a battle axe.
I kicked the guy hard, thus spraining my ankle,
and so did the guy, from the impact."

No, no, no...

"I was practicing my Martial Arts one day
when some ninjas burst through my door.
I kicked their ass, and they all died,
and I tripped over the bodies on the floor."

Maybe there's no way to tell this story
and not sound kind of dumb.
I swear one day, I'll replenish my glory.
Until then...

No one will know where my sprain came from!