Playing footsie

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“Take with a meal” the packet said, and “take four times a day,”

Four meals?” my waistline asked in shock, “is there no other way?”

“Four meals,” I sighed reluctantly, “I’m not prepared to risk it.”

“But four...” my waistline whimpered back, “can’t we just have a biscuit?”

My foot had got the upper hand and most of my attention,

My waistline just had to comply and abstain from abstention.

The diet that was doing fine is on the road to Hell…

The fault lies squarely with my foot which isn’t very well.

What started as a nagging ache soon really went to town…

I’m sitting with the thing propped up to keep the swelling down.

It’s stuck out in an arabesque upon a dining chair…

The dog’s upset, ’cause that’s her place and now a foot is there.

I’ve tried the steaming bathtub soak and quantities of…

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