Quadriplegia

Once upon a Wednesday morning:
Me and the dog were on our way;
I threw the ball he’d catch we’d play
for seemed like hours and he’d adore me.

Once upon a Wednesday meeting:
A document that I had made,
My manager she heaped on praise,
amendments and great parts deleting.

Once upon a Wednesday recess:
An ache inside me took its toll,
A macchiato made me whole
and I moved on to further conquests.

Once upon a Wednesday lunchtime:
I spliced a big baguette and plopped
on mayo meats and cheese and chopped
a little slice for doggy munchtime.

Once upon a Wednesday errand:
A woman skipped ahead of me,
In haste a crate she banged her knee
jettisoning many lemons.

Once upon a Wednesday evening:
I went upstairs to get a thing.
Whatever thing — I did not bring —
And there were no more Wednesday evenings.