Treasure Island

David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com


.5. Leg-less


My wobbly legs don’t take me far
They buckle with the strain
I end up kneeling on the ground
And I can’t get up again

A little frail old lady
Tries to help me to my feet
Someone from a nearby shop
Rushes forward with a seat

Between the well intended
I’m sat there in the mall
They collect up all my shopping
That scattered in the fall

From the shoe shop some-ones coming
With a cup of hot sweet tea
Drink it up its good for shock
They seem more shocked than me

So I thank them for their bother
As I stand they seem amazed
With my shopping and my walking stick
Stagger homeward slightly dazed


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

Submitted: Monday, September 22, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, October 15, 2008

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