Ohhhh Dawgie

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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.
 
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