Tortious Tortoise

I slipped and fell and cracked my shell,
my brain concussed; I’m quite unwell.
I lost a tooth, I’ve sprained my eye;
my time is short, I’m bound to die.
Your sign, “Wet floor”, was quite obscured
and items, shelved, but unsecured
Best hope that you are well-insured.
You’re not? Oh, look! It seems I’m cured.

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