Billy Ray Cyrus once sang "Don't break my heart, My achy breaky heart" and this tune comes to mind with a twist this morning ; "Don't break my parts, My achy breaky parts."
Oh, my body feels like a freight train roared over it in the night and became a boxer's discovery for punching practice.
A derailed determent on a physical plain.
I've become no stranger to these sensations as I'm now a young lady with a geriatric body. Creaking and squeaking like a old wooden door that opens with a Holyfield Skeleton Key.
Heating pads and Motrin are now my allies in the battle against the flailing mental mallet in my Whack-A-Mole mornings.
Oh, my body feels like a freight train roared over it in the night and became a boxer's discovery for punching practice.
A derailed determent on a physical plain.
I've become no stranger to these sensations as I'm now a young lady with a geriatric body. Creaking and squeaking like a old wooden door that opens with a Holyfield Skeleton Key.
Heating pads and Motrin are now my allies in the battle against the flailing mental mallet in my Whack-A-Mole mornings.
"Little Bunny Foo Foo is hoping through my forest
scooping up my body and bopping it on the head.
Little Bunny Foo Foo I don't want to see you
I don't want see you when I get out of bed..."
