I broke my leg whilst climbing recently
I was flying for such a short time
A matter of seconds/moments
Yet I found it rather pleasurable
And then I was punished
My injury was straightforward but serious
And I have been housebound ever since
My cousins Dip and Doo have been popping in
To ensure that I am not going mad with boredom
I have been reading a lot and writing poetry
(this poem is a good example of my pen)
In the last few days I have been re-reading 1984
It is a novel that I first came across at school
Each time I read it I can see how the world
Outside of my window is changing
This makes me cross as I want to change things
But at present I am a useless cripple
Who is lucky not to be in a wheelchair
I have recently noticed that people who I used to know
Are avoiding me which I find rather confusing
It feels that they have vanished without trace
Or maybe I have joined the ranks of the disappeared
In an hour my nurse will arrive to check me out
Her name is Julia although I call her Miss Worthing
She often leaves me books which bore me
As they have no substance
Beginning/Middle/End
We argue about it
Like old friends
Swimming in different directions
However she has promised me a novel
That she has written herself
I expect it to be chick lit or something as awful
But I have been told it is something more substantial
And that I am not the only one who can write well
She has asked me to give her an honest opinion
Which I will do treading very carefully
We are planning when I am fully recovered
To go climbing as she shares my passion
Although Miss Worthing will ensure
That I do not take any further flying lessons
Unless mutually agreed in advance