Monday, October 13, 2014
Achy Little Piggies
There was a time I suppose
When I had pretty little toes --
Those stubby nubbins at the end of the feet
That let you dance to your special beat.
They knew their place and they kept it
Till they started acting decrepit
There came a time deep in the night
I slept, my eyes shut tight
But those little traitors (to call their right name)
Put all decency to shame.
For stabs of pain in my big toe
And swelling red skin did quickly show
Peace was gone now from my slumber
Those little piggies had my number.
To touch the sheet would make me shout
You know the rest - I had gout.
A vicious disorder I declare
It makes me squawk: This just ain't fair!!!
Have you suffered some disorder you had to deal with? Plesase share.