|These are my knees on 3 July 2014 when they were first injured. Note the difference between the left and right knee.|
There went my knees to the ground
With my left knee puffed like aRohan fish
From blood red, to mystical purple,
To night-dark black
Trapped in a body of a twenty-year-old.
Dragged into irregularity
And soon, even climbing the stairs
Is a gymnastic stint.
The doctor saw that Rohan fish, and said,“That’s bad and bad,
I’ll give you some pills to go.”
Where my feet stayed like rocks. Still.
Only with a pair of helping hands
Did I get to dragged the rocks
To the ambulance
Only to find out
CLOTTED BLOOD IN THE KNEES
Almost ready to render me on the surgery bed
And return with
The atrocity of swallowing
And virtually groundedNo jumping, no running, no playing!
A SIX YEAR OLD-
A handstand! I bet everyone can do it?
With a big fat creamy fluffy doughnut
Around me! (Gasp)
Pajamas became tights
Chopsticks to tree trunks
And two dumplings on my face!
With money but without knees,
There you go, live in a mountain of gold
With a pair of wild eyes going nowhere
GRAB A TRAINER to get it right!
Or, just stick to ball games and jogging.
But without you, friendsMy legs will be hard as rocks
Dead and still
And under the knife
I have to go
And faint under!
I am a haemophobe.