BURSITIS OF MY KNEE
Bursitis of the knee,Is not for me.
I haven't just got it,
I've got all three.
Good thing an x-ray,
Isn't like a microwave.
My goose would be cooked,
Doctors themselves have taken a look.
I've been poked and prodded,
Pushed about from pillar to post.
With no signs of treatment for me,
A lumpy knee for all to see.
Guess it'll go away someday,
If the doctors earn their pay.
Why I try with exercise,
I really cannot say.
Is this an inflection of my mind,
Or another infection of a kind.
That just won't go away, Unless,
It has an injection of some kind.
Frozen peas on my knee,
Does nothing for me.
A compression is the same,
It's my fault really;
I shouldn't have fallen over again.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-08-10 at 05:37
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