Fell on my Butt

Once again,

if not so much before,

this time for sure,

I know it's silly--

But I haven't got

a whim or thought

or words or guts for spilling.

The ache is in my butt, and not

my heart, or other

more poetic body part--

and with it there

I can't compare

a simple wimpy musing

while the limping legs I'm using

wobble one way and not the other.

I really shouldn't bother,

and should maybe call a doctor,

but with one thing and another

and the promise of Obamacare,

I'll sit on it for now

and mutter "ow"

and leave it there.

The End

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