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The Physiotherapist

        By Lee-Ann Holmes

        My knee was playing up on me.  It grew quite stiff and sore.
        So off I went to physio and gently pushed the door.
        The man behind the counter was…how should I put it?  Hot!
        ‘Is that the guy who’ll work on me?’ I wondered.  ‘Surely not!’
        A National Geographic was the book I took to read,
        But to the plants and animals, alas, I paid no heed .
        Instead, I noticed muscles and a nicely chiselled chin.
        He then looked up at me and said, “Roxanne, you can come in.”
        I told him all the problems I was having with my knee.
        He started to feel round a bit to see what it could be.
        He poked and prodded, twisted, pushed, it was all going well,
        But then he rubbed a tendon where it hurt like bloody hell!
        I clutched the bed and clenched my teeth, this man would cause
        my doom .
        I warned him that I’d scream and scare those in the waiting room.
        He looked at me, he grinned and said, “I’ll use my elbow next…”
        “Yeah, right,” I laughed, but he just winked, which left me rather
        vexed .
        Excruciating was the pain, I thought I’d felt it all,
        Till up he lifted his left leg for leverage off the wall.
        Try as I might I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.
        Thank God I heard the bell and said, “There’s someone at the door!”
        “The pain’s too much, is it?” he asked.  “Oh no, it’s fine,” I lied.
        I think he saw my tears though and a heat pack was applied.
        He left me then; I looked around to plan my great escape.
        When he returned he did a thing that really made me gape!
        He asked if I would slide my backside right up to the end,
        And hang my left leg over while the right he tried to bend.  Please Note
        So there I was, my legs apart, and him against my crutch –
        The thoughts that flooded through my mind … I’d better not say much.
        The obvious quick-witted line I thought that I could croon –  The present coronoviris
        Was; ‘Haven’t been in this position since my honeymoon!’
        “Don’t worry,” he assured me, “You’ll leave feeling good as new.” pandemic is causing
        Instead, I said, “I’ll just remind you that I’m forty-two!”

        More pushing, stretching, straining till I thought that I would break.  cancellations of many
        I started wond’ring how much dough this sadist here would make.
        I looked at him and scowled in pain, this man was such a brute  events on short notice.
        I guess I will come back again, not just because he’s cute!




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