I'm waiting here in rehab

For pelvic bones to knit

Waiting for their mending

From concrete, where they hit

 

Four long weeks I've struggledi

Balanced on one leg

But rehab staff are happy cos

I eat my meat and veg

 

Sidetracking for a moment....

 

Now leg and veg don't aural rhyme

Despite they look they should

They're called 'eye rhymes' and trick the brain

To help us think they should

 

Back to my story....

 

They feed me little brown pills

To make me bowel-out

Shit! I am not used to this

This boweling-out type route

 

My grammar it does sometimes grate

I tend to break the rules

Laid down by our great Grammar Board

Who say "this Aussie fool!...."

 

But hey? I'm writing for myself

As most us poets do

To bring what's inside out of me

To screen.- as you do too

 

Don Matthews 21 May 2019