My Craned Neck
Itchybod Crane
As I stretch my neck,
point my mouse like a pick,
watching three screens,
in some musical chairs refrain.
I toil day into the night,
stretching and straining to watch,
while carving a new notch,
400 million tokens in the game.
So what do I get for all that strain?
My neck in a deliberate crane.
Itchy eyes, itchy face, itchy bod,
may even have an itchy brain.
I go off itchy into the night,
aloe vera covered cream,
adding to the itchies,
until I could scream!
Scratch me, scratch me,
scratch me if you can!
I won't run from you at all,
take it all like a lamb.
Have you ever noticed,
that the more that you scratch,
the itchier you get,
like this poem to match.
Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull
8/5/21
You can read and print this poem here at my website.
mix them all together! My skin now looks like a teenager, all the black spots are gone Of course I always believed in prayer, so I mixed all of these, thanks for The poem Brother!
Regis 🍁
I do have tremendous neck strain that didn't show because the picture was taken in the morning instead of at night where my neck muscles look like I'm being strangled. The strain is over use of the mouse, the difficulty with clicking and the struggle to keep up right while leaning forward in my wheelchair.
Thank you for all your concerns, but this is generally standard fare for the quadriplegic. I have had long-term Seborrheic Dermatitis caused by stress as a result, but that has subsided considerably in retirement.
The poem was meant to be humorous. I'm glad that some of you caught that. ;-)
Ron
Sandie
Made me feel itchy too…
Clever integration and weaving this affliction
into the poem…
Hope it’s subsided for you now…
Diana…
Rebecca