Tuesday, February 6, 2007

A Poem

Knee, knee, my good old right knee,
Why do you always swell up on me?

For years of my life,
you didn't cause strife.

Then out of nowhere,
the pain is right there!

Soreness and swelling,
I'm gonna start yelling!

Arthritis at Thirty...
Is just down right dirty!

Doctors, Pills, and even an X-Ray,
I hope that one day,
My pain goes away.

By Laura, with the help of Anthony.

2 comments:

Meg said...

And what was the beverage of choice that led to this creativity???

Laura said...

Ha, Ha... very funny! You didn't know that Team Robinson has a future in poetry, did ya?? : )