On A Picnic Poem by Ima Ryma

A picnic in a park we share.
It is a nice and sunny day
Beckoning to this senior pair
To grab the gusto, come what may.
Upon a blanket in the grass
Our arthritic bones do crunch.
Not allowed wine we sip from glass,
Eating a high cholesterol lunch.
We skip the pills we take with meals
That make us drowsy so that we
Can better sense how freedom feels
Unrestricted as now we be.

The offsite pass is up and so
Back to the nursing home we go.