My Body, Not My Buddy Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

No more ahead
In the hair race.

My body is like a tortoise,

Don't have the neck
For anything anymore.

No backbone.

Not handy.

Give things the elbow.

Or cold shoulder.

If I can't stomach it
I'll give it a nod
To sod off.

My bum's got a cheek!
To speak
In its own language
As I languish
With all this.

One of my left feet
Is being a heel
Cos one of me shoes
Never fits.

I feel sore.

I know,
I'll leg it to the doc-tor!