For their personal witty fun
I’d been traumatized by my son(s).
Years and years they've said to me,
Let your other boys go free.
At my age I could see no point,
swinging with breezes below a joint.
Then the appendectomy came and went,
“Tighty Whiteys” made their last dent.
Stitches and gauze now long gone,
wouldn’t you know it before too long…
I did become hmm…Let’s see,
home of the brave and the free.
Wearing reminders of decisions I’ve made,
Now I’m a boxer but not by trade.
When I leave my home and family
I take my leave feeling quite happily.
These ain’t lies. Lie, lie, lie, lie, la lie!
*Inspired by an appendectomy and Simon and Garfunkle