by | Jun 14, 2016 | Poetry | 0 comments

My Uncle Arthur was very kind to me

When I was young he used to sit me on his knee

And although it is many years since he passed away

He still lives on in my memory

So much so he is still part of my life

Which my Doctor pointed out to me

But it appears we have changed places

And that he is now sitting on MY knee

I am now suffering from ARTHURITUS

Which is the cause of my immobility


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