Your right collarbone is a useful thing, whoever knew such a thing!
After a big old ding to my little right wing, my arm is now tied in a silly sling.
And alas from the ping, things just don’t seem, to be as easy as they had once been.
There’s that itch on your arm, or be it your back, I can just no longer get it with the right little whack.
My hair is a hay stack, wild and hack, well how do you tie it when your bone has a crack?
That spot on my nose grows by the day, but it’s impossible to squeeze with one hand at bay.
My underarm hair has gone another way, a frightening sight if I may say.
Bathroom done it’s time to dress, oh here we go another mess!
Put on a top is always a test, a dress with less seems to be best.
Then there’s shoes and laces, just another quest
I think ‘I did this yest, oh not again, not yes!’
Oh if I only knew, the wonders of my collarbone before it blew.
So between me and you, be careful, be a prude
For a bone askew causes more issues than a few
Treasure your bones, they are far and few. This my friends, is only so true.