The Prosthesis Speaks Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I'm reliable,
Not pliable.
I never tan,
Rain is water
Off my back.

I enjoy, however,
The laying on of oils.

I never lose an ounce
Or gain a pound.

I am very supportive,
Programmed to serve.

I have no secret agenda,
No axe to grind;
Metal fatigue's
My only niggling angst.

My cousin Henrietta
Spends her life in a hammock
Lazy hussy!
She's Mrs Alfonso-Parker's Silicon implant.

She has been fondled
By a peer of the realm
And a short-sighted postman.

Fortunately,
She's quite a tactile creature.