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		 Hobble Hobble Hobble0
      Written for Cedarville Librarian Julie.

Absolutely no pressure on that knee for 6 weeks.
They gave me crutches 
Hobble, hobble, hobble. to the door.
Husband waiting for me, 
luckily.
I woke at nine.
Felt like , head ache and can’t get over it, Tylenol,
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
Decided to take a shower took more than a hour.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
Half an hour to get dressed.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
Made a cup pf tea and spilled it on me.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
Dropped the cup, it smashed on the floor.
Tea everywhere but mop is by the door
Hobble, hobble, hobble
I’ll use the mop as a crutch, 
but I fell on the floor.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
Can’t use a mop for a crutch no more.
But i left my crutch by the door.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
I looked everywhere, 
I can’t find the dust pan and broom
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
I sat in the chair, stared at the tea spilt everywhere.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
Dust Pan, broom and mop in hand 
But I can’t bend over to a pick up any damn thing.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
So I just sit in the chair.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
Saved by a bell, the phone started to ring
Its on the bed across the room
But I can’t stand up to get the damn thing.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
I reached the phone and they hung up
Why, why why is this happening to me.
I dropped the phone, slipped and fell into the tea.
Hobble, hobble, hobble wobble splat.
The dog came over and wanted to play
I couldn’t… so she dragged my crutch away
 Hobble, hobble, hobble.
So, I lay on the floor, in the tea, and the dog 
kept licking my face and sitting on me.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
I had to roll and roll to pick up my crutch.
Time to go to work,
Hobble, hobble, hobble to door.
Five minutes or more fo open car door.
Hobble, hobble, hobble to door.
Can’t use accelerator and brake on the floor
Not too late to stay at home, 
Dewi Decimal system awaits.
Hobble, hobble, hobble
Seven-minute drive becomes forty-four.
Cant climb stairs, need help, so ill call.
, I left my phone on the chair by the door
So, I must Hobble, hobble, hobble
For five weeks more.

© london F. Buss 2024.and Librarian Julie
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