Ode To Back Pain
for monkey boy, and his charming rhymes
there once was a sweet little owl,
whose bad back pain made her scowl,
“is sex the solution?
papal absolution?”
she wondered aloud as she howled.
her roomie had much cause to laugh,
because the owl was always in the bath,
heating pad strapped on tight,
on the couch every night,
watching TV and feeding her wrath.
“it’s time to buy a new bed,” she cried!
“or a new pain-free chair at work”, she sighed.
“or a week on a beach,
wouldn’t that be a peach,
instead of back pain, and another long subway ride!”