Franks Psychiatry 2 #34: after the ball

Frank Prem

the annual hospital ball
is a dying tradition

 

this could be the last
so we have drunk and eaten
danced and fallen
talked nonsense
through a long night

 

one of our tutor’s boobs
popped out of her dress
while performing a vigorous two-step
her dance partner tried
unsuccessfully
to return the offending item
by levering it
with a dessert spoon

 

his wife didn’t approve
and they left early

 

now
here I am starting work
at seven in the morning
and have not gone home
have not changed clothes
have not slept

 

leila who is in charge
of the medical ward
has seen it all before

 

takes me in hand
and lays me down
for a few hours kip
in a vacant bed

 

come back

 

she says

 

when you’re awake
and sober

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 12th, 2018 04:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt - student daze.
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  • Laura🌻

    Frank,
    If you had fun at the ball, it was all worth it! That was was very nice of Leila! I had fun reading your post! I loved the “offending item” anecdote! It reminded me of the Janet Jackson-Justin Timberlake incident!

    ~Laura~

    • Frank Prem

      A bit like that, Laura.They were wild affairs in their day.

    • onepauly

      just be awake, sober does not have a definition.

      • Frank Prem

        Cheers onepauly. Wild times.

        • onepauly

          peace be with you.

        • Nicholas Browning

          Maniacal ramblings to some, but one man's trash is another man's treasure.

          • Frank Prem

            Cheers, Nicholas.

          • Goldfinch60

            Leila is obviously a very kind person as they ll need to be in that hospital.

            • Frank Prem

              The institution looked after its own, GF.



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