I'm not as flexible as I used to be
and I can't get up, you see
Jyllian, I love you dear
but ask me not again
What you just have here
As Walt Whitman wrote, "Song Of Myself"
I write now
"Song Of My Back"
And it sings a painful tune
Oh, it sings a painful tune
At least I'm getting a back rub
out of this deal
She says, "Lay down daddy"
It's my back she intends to heal
But the karate chops aren't helping
*If this is a little confusing, let me explain. Last night, my daughter asked if I could
kick a water bottle off the top of the fridge. I said, "of course I can."
And I did ... sent it flying into the kitchen window (it was empty, so nothing broke)
and then I went flying ...up ...up ...and flat on my back. I blame my wife
for the kitchen floor being so slick and clean, and for buying me those new
socks I've been bugging her about....ha...my back hurts