Old Dawgie went in with a creaky old knee,
It snapped when he danced doing moves from TV.
Doc said, “No sweat, we’ll bolt in a new one,”
But fate had its eye on a different kind of fun.
They wheeled him in, he cracked a good joke,
About joints that click louder than your grandad's smoke.
“Count backwards from ten,” said the nurse with a grin—
And that’s when the sirens decided to begin.
“Air raid?” asked Dawgie, half-under the juice.
“Should I cancel my knee or just call in a truce?”
The ceiling shook dust on the surgical tray,
While bombers flew stylishly over the bay.
The doctor, unfazed, just tightened his mask:
“A strike and a surgery? Multitask!”
With tremors and rumbles and chaos and flair,
He hammered the joint mid-explosion with care.
Outside, the world was doing a flop,
But Dawgie got up with a titanium pop.
“Feels great,” he declared, dodging rubble and flame—
“Who knew that a war would improve my game?”
Now he outruns missiles and line-dances too,
With a knee built for both pirouettes and coups.
So if bombs start to fall and your kneecap is loose,
Just call Dr. Dan and let ‘er let loose.
It snapped when he danced doing moves from TV.
Doc said, “No sweat, we’ll bolt in a new one,”
But fate had its eye on a different kind of fun.
They wheeled him in, he cracked a good joke,
About joints that click louder than your grandad's smoke.
“Count backwards from ten,” said the nurse with a grin—
And that’s when the sirens decided to begin.
“Air raid?” asked Dawgie, half-under the juice.
“Should I cancel my knee or just call in a truce?”
The ceiling shook dust on the surgical tray,
While bombers flew stylishly over the bay.
The doctor, unfazed, just tightened his mask:
“A strike and a surgery? Multitask!”
With tremors and rumbles and chaos and flair,
He hammered the joint mid-explosion with care.
Outside, the world was doing a flop,
But Dawgie got up with a titanium pop.
“Feels great,” he declared, dodging rubble and flame—
“Who knew that a war would improve my game?”
Now he outruns missiles and line-dances too,
With a knee built for both pirouettes and coups.
So if bombs start to fall and your kneecap is loose,
Just call Dr. Dan and let ‘er let loose.
Lots of seats in that boat, to be sure......
