Today I dragged myself to PT:

“Point your toes! Stretch your back! Bend your knee!”

But, alas, my flexibility is waning

And I just can’t stop this complaining.

Will I ever rediscover my chi?

OK, your Dad threw down the gauntlet

His new poem, he did flaunt it.

I have no new poems to submit;

Everything I write sounds like shit.

So, tomorrow, I’ll try a new rhyme scheme.