Woke up this morning with a pain in my thigh
Throbbing deeply, seemingly from the bone,
But it is not entirely unfamiliar as I am prone
To the occasional affliction of mysterious origin
And so I hobble into trousers before leaving to buy
A paper at the local shop and give thanks with lowered chin.

A drab and cloudy day has seen no change;
My leg is no better or worse but the ache
Remains along with an inclination to bake
Lemon cookies which means purchasing flour.
Unless my leg improves a little, I guess I can arrange
To lie on my arse, which doesn’t help (little does), feeling sour.

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