The man was ninety-seven and a half, <br />he came to see me with covert hesitation. <br />'Got something wrong between the left knee and its calf', <br />he placed his scrawny leg for instant observation <br />upon my desk, right next to photos, pens and pencils and the clock. <br />I asked the proper, probing questions on behalf <br />of science and its promise.'Fix it Doc! '- <br />was it a question or a sly, implied command? <br /> <br />Examination showed the utter ravages of age. <br />'It's wear and tear', I said, 'or milestones you might say', <br />a bit of lightning zigged and zagged across his face, <br />it showed annoyance, then, at last I heard him say: <br />'It is my LEFT knee that is cluttering up your table, <br />it's been a nuisance since the Federal Election, <br />and, as you know that -with the wife- I am now able <br />to do 'you know', but how will any of my outstanding erections <br />do any good, as I'm not very stable? <br />If only ONE leg gets you up and lets you down, <br />you travel sideways thus, and could lose grip and traction, <br />your face gets anxious then and hers will sprout a frown, <br />so, can you fix it Doc and get me back in action? ' <br />And then he added 'it is not my blasted age, <br />nor wear and tear at 97 years, <br />I figure that I must have, at this simple stage <br />clocked up so many miles that, really, sheer <br />determination and pure genetics must have got me there, <br />frankly, I say your diagnosis is quite lame. <br />And, might I add, that if I had two members <br />to occupy my nights with pleasures, lewd, <br />and one malfunctioned you would diagnose 'burned embers', <br />I think your doctoring is quite primitive and crude.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/milestones/
