Poem

I love this poem, I still remember my lecture explaining this in my 1St PUC


THE CRUTCHES



Seven years I could not walk a step.
When I to the great physician came,
He demanded; why the crutches?
And I told him; I am lame.

He replied; that’s not surprising
Be so good and try once more
If you’re lame, it’s these contraptions,
Fall then! Crawl across the floor!

And he took lovely crutches
Laughing with a fiends grimace
Broke them both across my back and
Threw them in the fire place

Well, I’m cured now, I can walk
Cured by nothing more than laughter
Sometimes though when I see sticks
I walk worse for some hours after.