When, on your carcass, “they” start to practice, high class carpentry,
Your skeleton rebels, you see, and, in no way, bashfully.
It first cries out “Why did you do it?”, but now that I am finally through it,
Can it be, the brand new knee, will bring, perhaps, some . . . glee . . . and never quit?
The answer seems to be, that one must grin and bear it,
Since the knee that nature gave me did, finally, call it quits.
So, goals termed “exten-sion” 'n “flex-ion” are now quite high on my agenda,
While, whoop-ti-doo, it is quite true, that I am finally on the mend . . . ah!
And
all for the good wishes.
PS: It is not true that pain focuses the mind . . . rather it dulls it, so I hope you'll forgive the . . . uhmmm . . missteps in my doggerel.