23 September 2013

“What’s a girl like me gonna do
in a Creaky Joint like this?”
I’ll say with a straight face,
And blow a little kiss.

I want to dive in
and soak it all up,
This site is like water
and I’m a dried sponge.

I’ve been invited to be your house poet,
To help you giggle and loose your focus.
I’m packing my things and movin in…
Hoping silly poems will make you grin.

Bringing arthritis to its knees,
Creaky Joints won’t stop squeaking,
Until they cure this disease.
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