I had to go to hospital
Not that any choice I had
The thought of medical surgery
It made me very sad
So thus I went with sullen face
A deep and fractious frown
My demeanour not enlightened
As I donned a full length gown
The nursing staff, they greet me
From every one a smile
I return their looks most darkly
Whilst muttering all the while
I went down to the theatre
At a time that was pre planned
Let’s start said I, the surgeon
With my scalpel in my hand
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This Ryhme was penned, along with outline structures for a few others, between the times of 02:30 and 05:30 (about an hour before we were awoken for breakfast).
The pedal bins, Oh the pedal bins, has the NHS never heard of Plastic or polypropolene bins? It was like being in the title scene of a J Arthur Rank movie.
But still, shouldn't complain, it got the inspiration working......
Perhaps my next book should be
"National Health Service, the Poet's Revenge"
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