A human being made from some old wood

I  fell over this morning  for no reason  while hoovering the  sitting room and then found a   dead rat under the stairs.What next?

I saw a doctor with a wooden leg

For his attention we now have to beg

The leg was oak

I had a poke

But he felt nothing, so he later said

Some humans look as if they ‘re  entirely  wood

I’d find it hard to  tempt one if I could

For wooden bodies don’ t feel joy

And wooden heads no fun employ.

So on the whole I feel that wood ain’t good.