Health

I fleetly flee, I fly
on fantastical feet
no more defeat, repleat
with life, my legs cry

no more with pain
I embrace my joy
like a spinning toy
the world to gain

I walk, gambol
dance with passion
toes - try not to mash on
liberty for my soul

When its gone
and all that
leg is fat
like a cat
chair I sat
the world flat
full of chat
SCAT!
I weigh a ton.

It's come back
my knee healed
my heart revealed
a lack, I lack

Soaring
no longer snoring
forget boring
on the dance flooring!

I'M FREE!

So now this curse
is set in verse
And it is time
To end this rhyme.