I just found out about my knees.
You know those thingies, if you please,
those knobbly bits which no one sees;
the ones you bend, when on your skis.
It happened when, and quite by chance,
it hit me, on our trip to France.
A stabbing pain, a pointed lance;
they went - when I got up to dance.
And this was not, as you may think,
the aftermath from too much drink.
One moment fine and in the pink,
and then the next, you gently sink.
Oh no. I’m standing like a block;
a rigid stance, tight as a lock.
I have to say, it’s quite a shock!
I hope you will not stare - and mock.
For Black Eye Susan's Contest.