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 .
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Author:
isituorme (
Offline) - Published: December 17th, 2016 05:11
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Comments2
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!
Thank you so much for commenting not been here for a long time xx
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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