Small, a Chinese porcelain doll –
I want to take this lovely home.
But it happens she’s a doctor
And I, with my sins, her patient.
***
Beep insistent and annoying;
Out of sync with my neighbour’s beat –
No rescue for my aching head
After the restaurant’s bloody floor.
***
Released early (good behaviour?)
So this show is back on the road.
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Author:
Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2026 20:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Sudden immediate blackout. How, why? “It happens.” Clearly I’m at one of medicine’s many frontiers.
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Comments1
Good to hear from you my friend but it seems that you survived the hospital. Don't worry china dolls break too easy.
Cheers Soren. Quick off the mark as usual. Glad to see nothing much has changed.
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