Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

When his joints gave way, my grandpa lost hope
Until his doctor bought an arthroscope
Now he climbs mountains without a wheeze
Simply because he has brand-new knees

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

I'll tell you the saga of Grandpa Dimney
Who thought he could slide down the chimney
His belly got caught and his breeches too
Now he's down with a case of the flue