My back and my joints, I swear are not mine
There’s some other creature got lodged in my spine.
It’s really no joke, so please do not laugh
I can’t get no relief, even in a hot bath
Nor with potions nor pills, nor herbal concoctions
I’m rapidly running out of all options
But I’ll try to stay “up” and not to despair
By turning my pain into verbal flair…
As a first attempt at some “iambic septameter” – recognisable particularly from the old Dr Seuss stories and poems!