Oh, knee, I ask thee why must thou throb
Whence I stand and walk or hobble
’Tis fine whilst seated and after several steps
So why must thou caust me trouble?
A heat you bring within my leg
A warmth that’s not so fair
Whence I happen perchance to walk
A steppe or two from here to over there
I ask thee knee, nay I beg of thee,
To help me on my way
I have no need for thee to throb,
So take thy pain away.
Oh, knee, kind knee, strong knee of mine,
I’m grateful for thy support
You’re part of me so you must know
The pain that brought these thoughts
My mind it says the pain has gone
My mind says this is true
My body agrees and all is well
Apart from the throb from you.
There must be a change in the weather due…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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