Damn! I need syringe of synvisc,
squalling, “My knees hurt!”
Give me all six sticks of synvisc.
Prick: they’re getting worse!
causing me to curse.
But play around? Nix!

Damn! My knees need fix of synvisc,
joints are parched for squirts.
I’ll be fine when fixed with synvisc. . .
squirming for six spurts;
up you’ll see me perk
from make-knees-sound fix.

Worse than sties, those eyes shellackings,
keeps the genuflecting way down.
When I hike and go outbacking,
what’s that I hear?
Condyle cracking!

Doc prepares the shots of synvisc,
(I know where’s hot—lots—docs’ sin vix’)
injects synvisc: thrive
will I and skip ’round, core thinner,
sticks-fixed, more alive.
cuckolding docs—wives
wooed. Knees ain’t achin!