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Hobble Hobble Hobble

Hobble Hobble Hobble 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 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.

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