August 2023 - the fun never starts...

Just a midnight pee.
Climbing half-asleep from bed,
plodding in the dark
off to the little boy's room.
Bladder emptied and...
now I'm down on the cold tiles.
Something just ain't right
with the plumbing way down there.
(And I'm not talking
about the bathroom fixtures.)
A long story short:
goodbye Mr Appendix.
How long has it been?
Nearly sixty years? Time flies,
but now it's over.
"Necrotic" and "gangrenous"?
I mean no offence
but I think it's best you've gone.
Bon voyage ami,
see you on the other side.
So now I'm back home.
All of my get-up-and-go
has got-up-and-gone.
Even the slightest effort
leaves me totally,
absolutely, utterly
completely knackered.
(Sorry for the British slang
but it's the mot juste.
God, now I'm bringing in French
for the second time!
Look, just ignore these few lines
Go back to the line
"All of my get-up-and-go
has got-up-and-gone."
Let's start once again from there.)
Check writing dot com,
but I can't get into it
I can't get started
I'm just too bloody knackered.
(It is the mot juste,
but let's not start that again.)
So what is this now?
"Naga Uta Poetry"
What the hell is that?
"Naga Uta Poetry"
Not another type!
So will I give this a go?
Nah! I'm just too damn knackered!

Category: Best Long Poem, Structured