Done

I’ve finally decided I am glad I am so short,

The floor today seems way too far… I really think it ought

To realign its distant stance and do its best to meet me

About halfway twixt here and there’s the best place it could greet me.

I’ve done my back again, you see, and have to blame the cat,

The ginger one next door has provocation right off pat…

And hissing at the small dog as we exited was bound

To set the small dog chasing, as she ran the thing to ground.

All very well and natural, for cat and dog to play…

For nature has designed their animosity this way.

But I was holding grimly to the small dog’s lengthy lead

When she set off at speed without the slightest bit of heed.

She hasn’t got a clue, of course, about inherent risks

And doesn’t realise she’s playing Frisbee with my discs,

I dangled as she raced along… from the ‘controlling end’?

And so today I’m stuck with bits that now refuse to bend.

I went to work this morning, groaning all the ruddy way

To find we have appointments in the town later today.

So I’ll be humping wheelchairs when I feel I should be in one,

And wishing someone would invent a really lightweight tin one.

The dog, of course, can’t understand why she’s not had her run.

She really wants to go and chase some more stuff in the sun.

The day is warm and casting golden shadows on the wall…

Be me, I want a nice hot bath, and not to move at all.