Sitting in the waiting room

isituorme


It said be early for your slot ,
The ships run tight round here,
The doctor he's a busy man ,
,There's plenty want his ear,
But by my watch an hours past ,
And now my bums gone numb,
I've slowly lost the will to live,
Forgotten why I've come,
The heatings high, I don't know why
I'm sweating like a pig,
Free waters there but there's no cups,
No liquids for the sick ,
And past me there's a steady flow, of doctors going home,
I feel like standing shouting out,
I'm not a garden gnome ,
Because I sit here staring straight
And have a sore red nose
Can someone please just call my name ,
So I can get off home .

  • Author: isituorme (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 17th, 2016 05:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • WriteBeLight

    Ha..Ha! Perfect poem depicting how badly patients are treated in the waiting room. When that happened to my kids, while waiting with me, I would get up and get in the face of the receptionist. It always worked as my poor kid was suffering, waiting to see the Doc. Good job!

    • isituorme

      Thank you so much for commenting not been here for a long time xx

    • isituorme

      Thanks for commenting, I had this the other night only to be told they didn't have results so could I come back ,and it ended with the doc saying this place is s---t at the top of his voice in front of everyone ,would have made a good comedy scratch ,have a great weekend x



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