Western Oz Words: Hip Replacement Hop
Margaret Dunn writes a splendidly defiant poem about receiving a replacement hip. She recommends that it should be recited to a hip-hop rhythm, with gyrating hips and flamboyant arm gestures.
I used to be so lively, so full of dash and vim
Running, dancing, cycling - I was always in the swim
But the years began to slow me down, my limbs just
weren't willing
Was life to be a game of bowls - the very thought was
chilling.
The aches and pains grew stronger as my energy
declined
The doctor said "Just take these pills and leave the
past behind.
Enjoy a game of dominos or watch the television."
I couldn't face this new disgrace and made a big
decision.
The specialist had told me things that filled me with
amazement
With all their new technology I could have a hip
replacement
OK, there was a waiting list but I would win the
fight
By doing Yoga exercises, morning, noon and night.
And then at last the summons came which filled me with
elation
I went into the hospital for a hippy transformation
The surgeon came and told me 'This procedure's life
enhancing'
I smiled and said 'I'd like a hip that's good for
hip-hop dancing.''
Recovery did take some time, much pain and tribulation
But the physios worked miracles with fine manipulation
Now dancing partners love me for the skills I have
acquired
Can't quite perform the hip-hop but my tango's much
admired.
