The simplicity of my day to day. |
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. |