My hip filed a formal complaintabout decades of hurry and strain. Now I lean on a cane which, I will explain,makes me look like a dapper old saint.
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Saoirse Doyle9 October 2026
A limerick about a hip filing a complaint made me laugh out loud on a bad week of my own. Thank you for that, genuinely.