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One more thing…

I have stolen this from my other blog as a cross over post from https://maxenurse.wordpress.com/2019/08/07/one-more-thing/

One more thing….

Oh Max E Nurse, you have treated me great.

And I know I have already made you run late,

But just before I go,

I’d like to let you know….

About one other problem that I’ve got,

I don’t like to put you on the spot….

It’s for other’s “One problem per consultation”.

But that doesn’t apply to my constipation.

The patients in the waiting room don’t look so ill.

They’ll just need a prescription for a pill.

So I’m sure you’ve got time for my little worry.
You’ll soon catch up if you hurry.

It’s just….
A little chest pain.
Associated with some weight gain.
and when I sleep I snort,
I think it’s due to my nasal wart…

or maybe as my breast have started to sag.

Did I mention my rash?
It looks like the Russian flag.
My nose has started to drip.

Oh, and my achy hip!!

You thought I’d gone, well, nearly.

You didn’t want to go home really…

…before I got to tell you about….

When I had babies,

and they thought I had Rabies,

and my finger nails itch,

I think it’s cos my mum was a bitch,

That’s why my anxiety is high,

and I have an ache in my thigh.

I think it could be a DVT,

I saw a program on TV.

Why are you opening the door?

Have I told you before…

…about the time….

my skin turned the colour of a lime.

Those patient’s in the waiting room,

Will get to see you fairly soon,

They really do look rather cross.

Don’t worry, I’ll tell them you’re the boss.

and will sort ALL there problems too…..

….Did I mention the colour of my poo???

I just got my first “poet of the day” for this…yay!

Heathen Heart

Cold hearted in this chilly open room
I admire your majesty and size
The imagery of hope and doom
Celebrating how He is born and dies

I don’t sit comfortably in these places
When infants up front sing “Silent Night”
Candles shining upon angelic faces
They all look such a cherubic sight

Cute, but nothing I haven’t heard before

Then distant heavenly voices get louder
Walking towards us the volume grows
She makes her fathers soul grow prouder
The love in my heathen heart over flows

Commitment

Just a silly ditty – that came into my mind:

I’m happy to find…
Your knickers in my teeth,
Your knickers on my floor,
But please don’t let me find…
Your knickers in my drawer!

The buttered side.

One of the others on the forum – “ray” – wrote of “Floral flotillas not serenely drifting away”, during a wake that didn’t go as he would have liked. I responded with this:

Funerals should be in the heavy rain.
Floral flotillas should serenely drift away,
Like steamy platform kisses before the train.
Or cool beer condensating on a sunny day.

Old Movie scenes and stereotypical pain,
Monsters don’t always hide in the dark,
the Bogeyman doesn’t stay in the lane,
Romantic gestures don’t always spark,

but sometimes, just sometimes,
The sunshine gleams when it needs to,
and stars perfectly align,
and I am right there with you.

Dreaming of being asleep…


At least a little I must have slept

For I recall the way I wept

Wide awake with mind on fire.

Dreaming up poems with desire.

Zipping through rhymes by the score.

Can’t sleep – listening to her snore!

Waiting for the alarm to ring…

Rising with my eyes that sting.

Rush to write poems of my night.

Only to find they’ve taken flight.

First in…

So already the forum has made me write something atypical of my usual trend… they set a challenge to write at least 7 lines in any style that include the line…

“Grey and black as far as the eye can see”… So this is something I just threw down…I do put some effort in normally…

“Too close”

There I was in ’83.
Hannibal, Face, BA and me,
We’re racing down the dirt track,
Gotta get Mad Murdoch back.

“You’re too close” I hear dad say.
Now Dad sounds cross, But I ignore.
Sat kneeling up on the lounge floor.
So he pulls the aerial out the TV.
Grey and black as far as the eye can see.

(I hope it’s not too emotional and deep for my first posting!!)