Right hand of mine, I am very pissed.
The least you could do is make a fist.
I know you’re swollen and full of pain.
Carpal tunnel is my ugly bane.
My head is full of things to write.
Trapped in my skull all day and night.
Could someone invent cyborg tech, please!
I’d like a new hand to write with ease.
Swollen and tingly, stiff and sore.
My hand has been that and much more.
Oh surgery, I invoke your name, and on the schedule you shall be.
Great solution! Thank you so much for being available to me.
Now excuse me, readers, as I put my hand in the snow
And I’ll pop another ibuprofen before I go.