My Mom's Poems - And yours too.

My Mom's Poems

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The Appendix ©

You win some,

You lose some,

But, isn't it gruesome

The things that make up your "Bod"?

The appendix for one,

That old son-of-a-gun

It lays there for years like a clod.

You get up one morning

And then without warning,

It flares up and hits with a Zing!

(That's 'cause it's a nasty old thing.)

It's reason for being,

I'm surely not seeing,

Nor is anyone else, so far,

But I do have a theory

Though not very cheery, ---

"THE DOCTOR NEEDS A NEW CAR!"

(Hannah 1994) ©

 

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