Grating

Said the back to the brain:

‘this vertebrate pain

is driving my spinal ladder insane’.

 

Said the brain to the back:

‘let’s give it a whack

as the wheels bounce your base on the joints in the track’.

 

Back gave a scream

and the tear ducts streamed,

as a nerve kicked out through the veil of codeine.

 

Brain was quick to remind:

‘Back, I’m not being unkind –

you’re just not made for this daily grind’.