Plantar Fasciitis or flexible working

I caused a hiatus with my Plantar Fasciitis.
A sore foot, flat foot, Policeman's heel;
I find it painful, it makes me squeal.
It might be ruptured, it might be torn,
But whatever happened it's old and warn!
I used to be flexible, could bend and stretch;
Touching toes on my memory etched!
Hamstring, quadriceps, stretching all my bits,
But I must admit I could never do the splits!

Now I'm getting older my head thinks I can,
But my body seems to fight it, says, "No way man!"
Get to the office on a crutch, as it's non weight bearing?
Commuting to London I would end up swearing,
Doc says rest it, ice it, compression, elevation,
It's hard in the office but the art of delegation.
And now we're promoting flexible working;
I work from home as there's no more shirking.

Numquam im GOBO cacate

Remember the one and only rule,
The law of touring's golden jewel:
Play your rugby please think smartly
Above all else Numquam im GOBO cacate!

Whatever happens, whatever japes,
Remember together we are mates;
On the field, or in the Sun,
We know the rule that's number one:
Numquam im GOBO cacate!

Dougal obeyed law laid in stone,
Team comes first, you're never alone;
And when you've heard the final whistle,
Remember President's prime epistle:
Numquam im GOBO cacate

Rules and boundaries, over stepped marks.
Some are pushed by cunning larks,
But there's a line that never be crossed,
Or we'll cast away, your soul be lost:
Numquam im GOBO cacate!

Bow down low to Buffalo rules,
Accept the fine, right stupid fools!
Keep left and down them hard,
But don't forget the motto's card:
Numquam im GOBO cacate!

Some rules for bending, some you break,
But there is one you never piss take:
The golden rule, you may annoy,
BUT never shit on a Good Old Boy!
Numquam im GOBO cacate!