Curse poem

This one is about breaking ones elbow during basketball practice. (Not that it is actually broken)


May  your spuds be like rosary-beads on the stalk,
An you find the bees but not the honey,
may the guinea-fowl cry as you show yourself,
and may you have the runs on your wedding night (since your spuds were so bad),
may you be afflicted with an itch and have no nails to scratch with,
but not make my arm itchy beneath the cast.
oh I hate you broken bones,
 go across yourself!


The most important thing in life is eating potatoes, so i figured that was the best opening curse.
It is really hard to type with only your left hand.