There are many Ailments that lead to Bed,
And here is one that\'s Comedy Bred.
For up the Steps I travelled one day,
While Boarding a Plane - My feet gave way.
My balance gave and down I go;
Like a Certain Lady I used to know.
And there and then with great Alarm,
A Vesuvius of Pain in my lower Arm.
That led to Screams and a Profanity Shout;
That Shocked the Nuns who Stood about.
To lie around for an Ambulance ride,
With much Guffaws as If I died.
So Ten Minutes past when down the Track,
With Sirens Sounding like Cilla Black,
The Ambulance came and just in Time:
For delaying the Flight I Risked a Fine.
How the Driver Drove Right through the Sections;
Like Popeye Doyle in \'The French Connection\'.
Then Wheeled about and placed on a Bed;
Right next to a Man with a Dish on his Head.
Now. Lying Prostrate and feeling much a Clown,
Like believing a Promise when Elections Abound;
The Doctor arrives with a Mournful Air,
And Spoke these words to which I Share:
\'What the X-ray Proved and looks to be;
Is an Airline Fracture for all to see\'.