ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

The nightmare continues: The second knee has packed it in. (only temporarily I hope)

On the bright side; glad I’m not a spider, 8 crook legs would be a bit much.

AGON-KNEE

I’ve had this crook old knee for months but things have now got worse,
the second one has packed it in, no wonder that I curse.
The outback maybe calling and I'd love to head away,
but wouldn’t make the front door if the roof fell in today.

I may sound like I’m whinging here, but can you blame a bloke?
while stuck here in the city, doctors bills have sent me broke.
My wife does all the mowing – oh the shame that I must bear,
the neighbours will be talking and the women all now glare.

Just putting on my undies is a job that’s really hard,
contortions that I must perform has left my pride quite scarred.
And getting of the Loo at times is agony to me,
my legs are worse than useless with this painful flaming knee.

I thought that things were pretty crook with one knee on the blink,
but having two of them - enough to drive a man to drink.
My wife tells me to rest awhile and it will mend in time,
yet time can be a precious thing – for blokes well past their prime.

I must have smashed a mirror once or something bad like that,
for adding to my worries now, I’m starting to get fat.
Perhaps it was that big black cat I flattened with my truck,
or walked beneath a ladder twice - they say that brings bad luck!

The wife now has to help me even when I’m getting dressed,
though married more than forty years, this still leaves me distressed.
Most blokes love independence, free, and not confined to rooms,
please end this nightmare quickly so my normal life resumes!

I daydream that I’m back out bush beneath those bright blue skies,
and wallowing contentedly amid the dust and flies.
A sudden movement wakes me with an agonising pain,
and I can’t help my swearing; It’s those bloody knee’s again.

©T. E. Piggott

Terry it's that incurable disease; life.

Yep, that bloody old father time Terry, obviously must have been favouring the other knee mate!
I suppose one consolation, you don't need the knees to write good poetry!
Cheers
Ron

Not a laughing matter Terry but I admit to a bit of a giggle reading about it.
Wazza

I could almost feel ya pain through that Terry
But like Ron says - it hasn't affected your writing skills - a lot of good poetry has been written by people who have suffered pain - but hey I hope your knees do improve - it's no fun.

For all the pain Terry I'm just happy to be around to get old


I thought the second two lines were a bit ! How could I say jarry ! is that a word ? the rhyme of does and us threw me a bit on the read. Perhaps .

The outback maybe calling me but that just makes me cuss ?

Still a good laugh.

Cheers Bob

Thanks everybody

Hi Neville,

It's all those years of tramping over some pretty rough country I guess.
But I live in hope.

G/day Ron,
I'm sure you're right, you suddenly put an extra load on the other knee and it packs it in as well.

G/day Wazza,
The name 'Agon-knee' popped into my head and I thought it might be worth a laugh to write a light Hearted poem about my present woes.

G/day Rod
You have to be able to smile at these things or you'd end up going crazy - mind you it has been really frustrating especially for someone like me who has always been so active and independent.

Hi Bob
You're right mate that doesn't rhyme - getting slack in my old age.
But you've pricked my conscience so I'll have a go at fixing it.

Cheers Terry

There you are Bob - at least it rhymes now

Glad to be of assistance mate

I can stare at a screen for ages and not see my own stuff but can see others ???? go figure.


Bob

Same here Bob - but I suspected that one was a bit dodgy.

Cheers and thanks again Mate.

Terry