What Are Brothers For? ? ? ? - Poem by alan brown
I've always wondered why my left leg is longer than my right.
Is it because I was a breech birth and they pulled me out by my left leg, or so I was told.
Or maybe it's because I broke my right leg when I was a child and it stunned it's growth.
My left leg is clearly one inch longer than my right and it is causing me problems in my later years.
I have acquired a limp, I have never had a limp in my life, but now that I have discovered that I have a short right leg, I limp a lot, what else can I do.
I think it is quite normal to limp with the problem I have, but I thought that I should make quite sure that it was not another underlining problem that was causing it.
I contacted my doctor but he didn't really seem very surprised with my situation.
He told me categorically that most people with one leg shorter than the other leg limped, but why had I never limped before he did not know? .
This problem was now getting on my nerves, why has it took so long to manifest, and why now.
I went to see a chiropodist buy he could only suggest that if I still had the same problem in six months to come back and see him again.
I have now been limping for over six weeks and can not solve the problem.
So I thought that i'd better ask my older brother as he has had a limp since birth and might be able to advise me on what to do.
I was totally flabbergasted at his reply.
Why don't you return that old pair of shoe's you borrowed from me and that might solve your limp.
And you know he was right the moment I returned his shoes I was walking as strait as a die, with no sign of a limp.
What a fantastic brother I have, I knew he'd know what to do
And when it comes down to it, what are brothers for.
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