WAITING AT THE CLINIC
Waiting at the clinic for your turn to come,
People around feeling rotten looking rather glum,
At last your name is called by a nurse, happens next?
Stuck in another room waiting, you are vexed.
Along comes the nurse, says, doctor won’t be long
You go on waiting, you are sure something’s wrong.
At last he comes in all smiles and very apologetic,
One look at your notes, he is so very sympathetic,
Oh dear you don’t need me, I’m the wrong one,
You’ll have to wait until the other doctors done.
More money in the metre so the car’s not towed away,
At least we are warm inside on a cold windy day.
But soon my name will be called, I hope, again
I must admit I am glad I’m not in severe pain.

M Ann Margetson February 4, 2002