ODE TO YOUR KNEES

What did i ever do to you? When did i bend you wrongly? After all, my being forced to sit through show tunes all night long—including endless “Sondeim”—while you hungered for some other knee, more fragile and a prettier sight than mine, i plead: “Where be that knee tonight?  Yes, in the world of knees, where be yours please?

Oh, pretty please! Oh, knees!”