Darling elbow, why are you grouchy today?
Your eyes are throwing flaming darts at me.
You are aiming them with such precision.

Your anger is a volcano in eruption.
It is throwing up molten lava.
It is spewing extremely hot nothings towards me.

Precious elbow, I have tried to reduce my workload.
I know what I put in place is not enough.
My effort is a drop in this ocean of rheumatic pain.

Please, do believe in my good intentions.
If I could do more or is it less, I would gladly do so.
I implore you, do ease this pain.

It is killing me!

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