An effort the poet made

At the tender age of eighty

When fate administered him

An additional stepping stone

With a carpal T-syndrome

For a dire hindrance to his

Creation of art

But fixed up through good luck

Before his fingers cannot hold

Pen or brush any longer

Before he is condemned to

A life without sensations in

His fingertips

Before he cannot feel the

Nearby softness of his Muse

Reshape the contours of her

Lips

Re-sculpt her bodylines

Stroke the locks of her hair.

And while his fantasy takes

His hand and guides him to

The erotic land of ARIZO

He established with his Muse

Rejoicing being saved from

Physical oblivion

By the surgical skills of the

Successful Dr Leg.

An effort he made

An effort the poet made

It’s definitely worthwhile.

Worthwhile.

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