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