Knees
My knees are not knobbled
and they do not knock,
but if you could feel the pain
you would get a shock.
The joints are knackered.
Oil would do no good.
I need two new legs
but not made of wood!!
I’ve eaten good food
and done exercise,
but each of my knees
just groans and sighs.
Painkillers work well
but do not cure
the rusted hinges
I stand on, unsure.
I suppose that transplants
may work at a pinch;
but the thought of false knees
just makes me flinch.
Unlike women who love to talk
my pleasure in life is taking a walk;
to see the flowers and flick a stalk
or watch the birds; if lucky, a hawk.
I’m already deaf and my eyes are poor.
I cannot smell and have no hair.
If my knees give in next
I’ll just need more care.