I started my day with a SNAP CRACKLE POP
then had a bowl of mush
protesting joints refuse to stop
and I can’t make them hush,
so I’ll just ignore those gruesome sounds
that come with every pang
and try to focus on ending my rounds
with some kind of WHIZ BOOM BANG.
Are You Reading Me?
I hear ya... being of 'a certain age', the cacphonic symphony created by my knees alone are enough to make the clock hestitate before resuming its tick.
ReplyDeleteWell done...
yeah i like this too, it has pow in it
ReplyDeleteI thank you good sirs!
ReplyDeletevery nice way to express the sometimes painful sounds of morning movement
ReplyDeletetell that to my knees :D
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