Written by Joan Fleitas

They’re bumpy, they’re lumpy, at times I feel frumpy,

With bones that behave as if I’m not in charge

Some people have bones that are not so unruly
but *my* bones allow little bumps to get large.

Now why would the bones misbehave in my body?
It’s not as if any of them are on loan.

I talk to them sweetly, I dress them, I feed them, 
I sit on them, dance with them, make them at home. 

But bumpy they are, and bumpy they’ll be 
Whether I the bone owner complain or agree.

So here’s what I have decided to do
Given facts as they are, bumpy bones through and through.

I’ll love them and treat them with patience and pride.
They’re my bones after all, they support my insides.

They prop everything up, and that's quite a job,
Why, without them I'd look like a jello-y glob.

I’ll explain them to people who don’t understand
And discuss them with people who know them first-hand.

I’ll get rid of the bumps when they get in the way
And ignore them as long as they don't stop my play.

They’re bumpy, they’re lumpy, I know you’ll agree
   But bones, after all, are just one part of me.

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Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N.
Associate Professor of Nursing, Lehman College, CUNY
Bronx, New York 10468

Last updated: May 1, 2008