Whoever goes in there

must after come out

the madam with shingles

the doyen with gout and

how sneezy the noses of

those with infection, one

can see from their faces

there’s abject dejection

and of course there are

old boys who can’t quite

remember why they went

in there. But they stretch

out their hands or look to

the ceiling, whilst others

come in but then skirt

round the issue. ‘You see

Dr Green there’s been blood

on the tissue’. The Dr looks

on with his St Luke’s aplomb.

As she anxiously adds, ‘I think

something’s seriously wrong

with me bum’. Then another

comes later who claims

he’s turned blind, ‘til the

Doc wipes his specs and his

vision is fine. But as he is

leaving, trips over his coat.

Now they scatter his dust

from a barge by the coast

The doctor sighs deeply and

blows on his nose as the

surgery mouse enters ‘dramas

and woes’. Unbridled relief is

when mouse clicks to ‘close’




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