A gift from Andy Joliat

I could not have received a better gift. Andy has such talent to be able to express in a poem, exactly how I feel. Hope you enjoy this as much as me.

Ode to Nanc

There was a lively woman named Nanc
Who loved to run, jump and prance
But alas, her active life, was put on the freeze
Due to her crotchedy wretchedly rotton old knees.

"I want a transplant" she said "this is no kind of life"
And in desperation she decided to go under the knife.

Her life in the hospital was a terrible bore
Too much physical therapy left her knees swollen and sore.

I'm frustrated, I'm Tired" she wrote on her blog
"I can't sit, I can't stand I can't walk the darn dog!"

And just when shethought her legs would never mend
The doctors hammered and pushed and ....they.... made....those....knees bend!

With courage and fortitude, with doctors and Houdini
Nanc will soon say "chuck the damn pain meds-I want a martini!"

She'll ditch the wheel chair and then she';; ditch the cane
She'll say "if I see them again I'm gonna be criminally insane"

And not long after when the weather becomes a little less chilly
Our Nanc will be back walking on the beach with her beloved Peter and Lilly

Thanks Andy for making me laugh out loud.

xoxoxoxox

Nancy