Another poem about an inanimate object that brings joy to my life!
O, knife with a funny handle
I don’t know what the correct description for you is.
But that doesn’t matter, me and my flatmate
Just call you ‘arthritis knife’.
O, arthritis knife
You help me cut bread and other soft things
In fact anything that requires a sawing action.
You’re not so hot on vegetables, but nor am I
And beggars can’t be choosers.
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