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There was a nice man from Asia, 
who suffered from hip dysplasia.
He sat on his bum all the long day,
but never had anything fun to say. 
So his dad took his cane away. 

He knew not what to without a cane, 
he thought he’d go clinically insane.
So he worked in a crossword puzzle, 
and on his dog he put a muzzle. 
He never liked that darn Jack Russell. 

Walking hurt too much to cry, 
and limping became his alibi. 
He wanted to try driving to the store, 
those hot Doritoes he wanted more. 
Just then he fell to the floor.

His dad walked in with a dumb grin,
said, “son, remember your Aunt Lynn?”
He didn’t feel like seeing that old hag, 
especially since she was sleeping with dad.
“I’m on the floor and hurt real bad!”

Aunt Lynn felt sorry for him so much, 
said, “what you need is a mother’s touch.
Grab my hand and I’ll help you, dear.”
But I wanted not that old lady near!
He was quivering in pain and fear.

The divorce was bad, I know that,
but why Aunt Lynn, she’s too fat.
Mom was so graceful and pretty,
so tenderly kind and very witty. 
Aunt Lynn is so dirty nitty-gritty. 

He had no choice but to take her hand, 
she balanced him to help him stand. 
Sat back down on the chair by the table, 
said he was finally ready and able. 
Decided to go watch some cable. 

He said, “Dad why’d you take my cane?
That was so cold and done in vain!
What you did was a great sin, 
and your sleeping with old Aunt Lynn?”
Dad said, “I swear she used to be thin!”

They both laughed and dad left,
but the man from Asia was still bereft. 
He ordered some Chinese Cuisine, 
unlike Aunt Lynn, had to stay lean. 
Saw his cane went back to his routine. 



Amuse Me With Your Rhyme, Let A Man From Asia 
be your guide Poetry Contest

Nick Trim
July 16, 2018

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