Walking on a country trail
Certainly not slow as a snail
The path with many types of tree
I know have no pain I my knee
Possible gasping for a pot of tea
Been pester by other things than a flea
A few feathers on the ground that were a pigeon once to be
In this scenario I never mind if a have a pee
But everybody should know it is desperate for me
Whilst walking I have been practising Pilates
In the hope a better health for me
Simon and Garfunkel are playing music for me
There is nothing of the sun to be
Fluffy clouds are blocking it naughty
Perhaps they should be parting with goodbye
Then I might sneeze with sun in my eye
Just lately I don't want to try
Hoping that sneeze won't hurt me
If anything now, could be soft or gracefully
Would love to return to health
Sneezing would then heard noisily
Now rocks faces on either side of me
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