426 The Joy of Sick Oct.,2011

Posted on March 9, 2016 by Ken Greenman

The last time I wore a cast,
I didn’t pout.
“At last,” I thought.
“Something to talk about”.
Throw some parties, quick!
They’re always cooler
when someone’s been sick.
We can one-up each other
like our temperatures
or trade even,
malady for malady,
my scrapped knee,
your frequent pee.
Politics is old hat,
but it’s always “in”
to complain of fat.
I commiserate with your
time in bed.
Just praise the Lord
you aren’t dead!

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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