Hipster – KensView

That Steve, the hippest cat we know,
Used to glide with a groovy flow.
He set the trends, the bar so high,
With vintage moves that caught the eye.
But time, she marches, waits for none;
And even cool can be outrun.
His hip, alas, began to creak and ache,
Like a rusty hinge just about to break.
No more dancin’ till the morning light,
No more struttin’, feelin’ sharp and bright.
Just wincing pain, a limping gait,
The coolest cat, now facin’ fate.
Then came surgery, a modern fix,
To get our hipster back in the mix.
Replacement joint, brand spankin’ new,
To help him strut, and see him through.
Now, post-op, he moves around with care,
A salutory road toward repair.
But he’ll be back on the dance floor soon,
Trippin’ to a fav’rite oldies tune—
And while maybe not foot-stompin’, just yet,
At least with his Tish a nice minuet!