Humourous poetry

Little Peg

My name? Oh sir, they all call me Little Peg,

On account I’ve only got one leg.

I used to have a pair just like you,

But it was the shorter of the two.

So just giving it a bit of a lop,

Only exchanged a limp for a hop.

It was much like the one that’s left,

And losing it did not make me feel bereft.

It was going sort of funny and greenish,

Making those who saw it squeamish.

I’d have asked a mate to borrow a saw,

But self amputation is against the law.

So I went to a doc to have the leg off,

He introduced himself as Dr Boris Karloff.

He whisked the severed limb off to his lab,

And sewed it to a creature on his slab.

So now I’m proud to say Frankie has my limb,

And it really looks much better on him;

Not sure about the red stilettos though.