This is the story of how a plain jane cane became a grand dame.
This past winter, I donned some skis.
I took a bad spill and broke my knee.
A few months later, I tried to walk.
Much to my chagrin, I did not rock.
“A cane is needed!” proclaimed my doc.
To CVS I go, to peruse their stock.
Most of what I found was quite ho-hum.
The selection they had was neither sparkly nor fun.
What’s a girl to do with a non-sassy cane?
It must be bedazzled, if it’s gonna have game.
I gathered my pennies and hopped in my ride…
I knew some glitz would improve my stride.
I knew that this cane was about to get hip.
I toiled and glued, and glued some more,
There were a few times I had to return to the store.
3 hours later, with a great sense of pride,
The sparkle of this cane could not be denied!
The moral of the story, just happens to be
When life hands you lemons, make lemonade with glee!