Looking at the other posts...my idea of a limerick seems greatly removed from everyone else's! So.... here is my effort plus bonus verse and I'll just leave quietly by the back door. *Tries to tiptoe out quietly, but ankle gives out and I crash to the floor* Sorry folks!
There was a young lady called Jo
Who woke with sore joints and so,
She went to the Rheumy,
Whose outlook was gloomy,
Shook his head and said 'I just don't know"
Your shoulders are creaky,
Your ankles quite tweaky
Your knees, they buckle and twist
If you take my advice
And I won't say this twice,
You'll give this old 'Strictly' a miss!