Knees Poem by Richard Burke

Knees

I think that I shall never see
A joint more complicated than a knee;

A joint where femoral head is pressed
Against the tibia's bulbous crest.

A knee that bends and twists all day
And folds in half to help us pray;

It is the largest joint you see,
This bending miracle called a knee.

Doctors are smug in assuring us,
Plastic can replace trocho-ginglymus.

Arthroplasty was invented for fools like me,
But only God can make a knee!