A right pain in the a**e!
I recently compared ailments with a friend:
À gauche I possess a gammy shoulder and a sore thumb-cum-wrist joint, whereas à droite it seems that I’m developing Dupuytren’s contracture in my hand, otherwise known as Viking’s finger or claw! (Oh, and I just broke a tooth.)
Meanwhile, my friend has just the one malady, a musculo-skeletal pain en bas à l’arrière which, I am told, is extremely uncomfortable at times.
So, does a chap just hang around feeling sorry for himself and radiate sympathy to a fellow invalid, or does he write a limerick?
No contest! Here it is (with my apologies to sensitive readers):
There once was a chap couldn’t sit
‘Cos he’d broken his bottom a bit.
He said that: “I fear
There’s a hole in my rear
And a crack that runs right down the back of it!”