JIPPY HIP .... (poem) by Pearl Barley aka C M Donaldson on AuthorsDen

JIPPY HIP ....
by Pearl Barley aka C M Donaldson → (All Poetry by Pearl Barley aka C M Donaldson)
Wednesday, April 29, 2015 Rated "G" by the Author.

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I like expressing myself in rhyme. I feel I can make up a poem about just about anything. If I get the first line then mostly it just flows from there. And I can usually do it in about five minutes (I don't touch it again or mess about with it). I'm hardly a poet laureate but I like what I compose. This one is about the very real tear in the ligament in my hip (not exactly the most cheerful of subjects for a poem, I know) and the way it affected me, but even that can be amusing, even though I was in agony and I recall the time I tried to make it upstairs on my hands and knees as I needed the loo urgently ...and didn't quite make it. Yes, I laughed at myself then. It's all healed now though, thankfully.
Jippy Hip My hip was working perfectly fine And then I got a strain My movement took a sharp decline And I was doubled up in pain. Don’t ask me whence the strain derived I haven’t got a clue It’s just a wonder I survived The agony I was going through. I’ve crawled up on my hands and knees I’ve limped to catch my bus I’ve winced my way through prayers and pleas And really made a fuss. Why now this ailment, harsh and bold attacks my perfect hip? And why when outside’s really cold does it proceed to give me jip? The doctor says to take things slow It’s going to be a while Till all is healed but even so It’s altered my expressive style My gait defines the shape I’m in It really isn’t fun to see Me limping out and limping in And struggling on from A to B Still … The pain I know will ease so long as I stay medicated I’ll know exactly what was wrong The pains, when hurting has abated Alas, of course, are age-related.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 30, 2015

You're much too young for it to be age related. Perhaps it was attempting a move that you used to do that you shouldn't attempt these days without a little stretching exercise. Whatever it is/was, I certainly hope it's on the heal, even though this poem has a certain amount of other folks' hip appeal.

Ron

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on April 29, 2015

Hah! And I'm not laughing at your poor hip, but at the age-related remark. I understand that all too well. Eh . . . Medication to soothe the pain until you are all healed. Thatsa good. (Swear and cuss? . . . No! Not you!) By the way I do know the difference between swearing and cussing. Heh.Heh

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

A hip tale was told,
about getting old.
Wear and tear,
will make you swear,
in 4 letter glory.
I'm glad your hip's ok now,
but it was a painfully funny story.

Michael D.