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Sunday, 15 April 2012

April Cowers....



Hello again - Guernsey Girl here - did I miss something? Oh yes. Easter. I manged to get myself an emergency admission to A & E last week when my spine went into spasm, so I wrote a little ditty' (with apologies to Robert Browning  and thanks to a large shot of morphine.)



APRIL COWERS
:


Oh to wake in hospital
When  spring has just arrived
To hear the nurses's  merry chant
'Your brew's been there since five' 


To watch the onset of the day
Through windows locked and barred
To ask when the consultant's due
(now that one's very hard)


The physio looks hopeful
His folder clutched in hand
'Now why don't you get out of bed
And lets see how things stand?'


'I've not been down for my op yet,'
I say, my heart in bits
'But  I've ticked all the boxes
So should be there by six.'


The catering lady grabs my list
'No wonder we're behind
This one right here says shredded wheat
And you've ticked fractured spine...'