Like a macho man. For laughs.

Bumped my head last night. Walking beneath scaffolding. Where I live. In Italy. Bong. A hollow sound. That’s the way it sounded.  Because I hit a metal pipe. Attracted the attention of my Italian true love. Because it drew blood. I scalped myself. Lost a hair or two. Nicest thing of all. I gained the sympathy of my true love. She wanted to put a cold compress on the wound. But I acted the macho man.  And went for a long walk instead.  Acting as if nothing happened.  Better than acting like a baby. Yes, I can act big and tough and brave.  Like a macho man. Just for laughs. –Jim Broede