Use these thoughts to write the worst structured poem you possibly can. Venting, ranting, or complaining about something, sickness or bodily dysfunction. Have fun!
Crutches! They’re such a
Pain. No hands free
Even to go for a wee
Is not easy.
Struggling, muddling through.
The days seems longer and I’m not
Feeling stronger.
Hey! stop your moaning and groaning.
What are you? A wimp?
Toughen up, sunshine, you’re not alone.
Grow a bit more backbone.
There’s always someone worse.
That’s true I don’t even need a nurse
Tomorrow’s another day
Ain’t that what THEY say?
Whoever THEY may be.
So I’ll pick up my sticks and walk the walk,
Or at least I’ll shuffle and talk the talk.
Oh, dear crutches, soon I’ll be out of your clutches.
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