An Ode To My Left Knee

(with a customized excerpt from “Jabberwocky”)

A fond farewell, Alas, my bony mass

Another will supplant thee.

Thou’st run thy course with might and force

Well nigh a century half and decade.

Purposefully poised betwixt popliteal fossa and ossified patella

I have grown rather attached to thee, dear fella.

For sooth for say, thou knee hast seen a better day.

Yea but a fortnight and it shall come true:

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal scalpel went snicker-snack!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

She chortled under anesthesia.

May I propose on bended genu,

through years of tender, loving review,

A toast to thee, precious sinister knee.

“Tis better to have limped and lost

Than never to have limped at all.”