WHIMPER ARM
About eighteen years ago hubby fell on his left arm,
And it gave us some cause for a great deal of alarm,
But our kind doctor he just refused to go and see,
Like most men that I know he’s stubborn as can be.

A little later on while pruning a big peach tree,
He fell on the same arm, causing more misery,
It caused restless nights with a whimper or two,
For his whimper kept us awake the night through.

Driving on icy roads he went into a long nasty skid,
It hurt his whimper arm, I drove home, my worry hid,
He still refused absolutely any doctor to go and see,
And his whimper arm became a way of life to me.

While working underground in a Snow Lake gold mine,
He tripped and on his whimper arm landed, he did whine,
Reported it,he had to see a doctor he told him to wave it about
And in a while it all the whimpers would wriggle out,

The on a mission in Flin Flon we were asked to serve,
Where you have to be tough and full of steel nerve,
Well guess what? In a large pile of cold ice and snow
Down on his poor old whimper arm he did go.

For two months lovingly his whimper arm he kept,
Until he at last went to the doctor, and for joy I wept,
Then with a cortisone shot, some pills and exercise,
Now he can move his whimper arm any which-ways.

I think I may miss the odd whimper as he turns in bed,
I may still hear that little whimpering in my head,
Look! His arm goes up in the air without much pain,
I may be a little lost if I don’t hear that whimper again.

M Ann Margetson March 24, 2002