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My knees are so old and they're knobbly
They creak and they crack and feel wobbly
I used to be spry
Now I heave a big sigh
And hope that my joints won't be wobbly
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Rick Henry Christopher
Writing is a distraction for me. It takes me to places unknown that fulfill my need for intellectual stimulus, emotional release, and a soothing of the breaks and bruises of the day.
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Comments (12)
You must hear me walking. Congrats on a double win.
Ah, the joys of greeting our bodies at every age!
Lol, that pic!!!! Hilarious! Loved your limerick!
Oh dear 😂. I guess this is something we all need to look forward to 😅😂
Oh goodness this limerick was made for me. My knees are killing me today! Great stuff ;)
Excellent!! Love it, wonderful work!! Made me giggle!
Lol. This is great.
Fantastic!!! Loving it!!!💖💕
This is relatable and the pic is terrific too.😂
Me too!!!!
Hahaha! I've had knobby knees forever....now, the dudes dig 'em. What was "not" is totally hot...fucking hell, that sounds like another limerick...why, why? Loved this though :)
Hilarious. Welcome to the club of creaky old wobbly knees. Even young knees are messed up these days.