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Good news,- Bad news


A visit to the local doctor, it was his annual routine call,
No outward sign of trepidation as he sat waiting in the hall,
When eventually his name was called, idly he made his way,
However our Tom had no idea what the doctor had to say,


I have some good news and bad news, you really have to hear,
It's concerning a very rare illness, the first I've seen this year,
“Give me the bad news first”, said Tom, “Later tell me the good,”
Please don't candy coat it, be straight forward if you would,


Your illness is sadly fatal, but it is quick and painless too,
Not enough is known about the disease, we labelled it F92,
Go out and live life to the full, put quality into your time,
Tom's answer is unprintable, and sadly it didn't even rhyme,

Departing the Dr's surgery, heading straight for the local inn,
Needs to drown his sorrows, a marathon drinking session to begin,
Downing one beer after another, loose change littered around,
A need for some diversion as a poker machine soon was found,

Several coins were soon used up, Tom naturally pre-occupied,
When suddenly all the lights lit up, “ A jackpot“ someone cried
The manager with a cheque book, Said “Congratulations Tom”
You are overdue a piece of luck, let's hope there's more to come,

Not responding, Tom said nothing, alone with a single thought,
Ruminating his imminent mortality, in a turmoil he was caught,
As his sole figure sat drinking, soon amassing more loose change,
While in his top pocket that 50,000 dollar cheque felt very strange,

Choosing the same poker machine, lightning would not strike twice,
Slowly using up all the loose change, even not winning would be nice,
Then the machine did it again, with flashing lights announcing his win,
Signalling a hundred grand this time, Tom could still not raise a grin,

The manager came running across, with the cheque book in his hand,
Shakily writing out the princely sum, too unsteady to even stand,
The crowd called him lucky, “I have sadly F92” Tom just had to tell,
The manager shouted “Good grief you have won the meat tray as well”

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