Femoral Anteversion

A cycle of poems «Pediatric Orthopedics»

My legs are turned in, a curious sight,
My knees knockin' together, day and night.
Femoral anteversion, the doctors say,
My hip bones twistin' in a different way.

It's a twist, a turn, a rotational spree,
My femur's angle, you just can't agree.
Pigeon-toed walk, a wobble and sway,
Femoral anteversion, it's here to stay.

Growing pains and clumsiness, a common tale,
Tripping and falling, I never prevail.
But I learn to adapt, find my own stride,
With special exercises, I can confide.

It's a twist, a turn, a rotational spree,
My femur's angle, you just can't agree.
Pigeon-toed walk, a wobble and sway,
Femoral anteversion, it's here to stay.

Some folks are worried, some think it's strange,
But I embrace my body, my unique arrange.
It's a part of me, a little quirky flair,
I'll carry my twist with love and care.

It's a twist, a turn, a rotational spree,
My femur's angle, you just can't agree.
Pigeon-toed walk, a wobble and sway,
Femoral anteversion, it's here to stay.

So next time you see me, with my feet turned in,
Don't judge my gait, don't question my spin.
Just understand, it's my special way,
Femoral anteversion, brightens my day.
Yeah, it brightens my day.