If you knew the story, you wouldn’t laugh,
Of poor old Nooks who fell in the bath.
Looking forward to a relaxing soak
She slipped and, ‘crack’, her knee was broke.
Everyone panicked and called the medics
Who rushed her off to orthopaedics.
There followed days in hospital
To recover from the wretched fall.
Dozens of doctors prodded and poked
‘We might have to amputate’, they heartily joked.
But did she complain? Did she hell!
Always cheerful, and smiling as well.
Now many months later, she still can’t walk,
While specialists continue to ponder and talk.
She’s bored of being pushed around in a chair,
And taking the lift instead the stair.
Now, I think I have a cunning plan
Requiring neither x-ray nor scan.
Go to the garden shed, and there-in,
There’s WD-40 in a blue-yellow tin.
A daily squirt of this oily potion
The offending knee will resume full motion.
Lubricating all swelling and pain,
And promptly Nooks’ll be right as rain!
© Alex Barton