|
||||||||
|
I have F92It was a day to remember and sadly a day better forgotten, For news Tommy received qualified as worse than rotten, I've good news and bad news that's what his doctor said, You have a new and fatal disease brewing inside your head, If that is the bad news then how can there be any good, You are telling me that I'm dying, depressing my mood, Your end will be painless you will know nothing at all, The doctor then said " Go out, enjoy life, have a ball" What is this mysterious illness? does it even have a name? Did I inherit it from my family, Is my lifestyle to blame?, We have only limited knowledge , its discovery in new, We still don't have a name for it, we've labelled it F92. So take life by the horns, and treat each day as your last, The doc's advice well meant, however the shadow was cast, So Tom headed for the pub intending to drown his sorrow, Downing one drink after another, as if there's no tomorrow, As Tom slowly imbibed, his thoughts he intended to re-arrange, Looking down, he had amassed some considerable loose change, Looking at the slot machine Tom thinks" I'll put some in here", But soon hits a jackpot, fifty thousand signalled loud and clear, The publican writes Tom a cheque, Lady Luck had smiled, There was no emotion from Tom, also dealt the Joker's Wild, He continues to drink ignoring his new fortune of fifty grand, Putting the cheque in his pocket and placing a beer in his hand, The hours pass slowly, sadly the alcohol not dulling his brain, Looking down at his table he had collected change once again, Looking at the same slot machine, deciding not to tempt fate, He chooses another machine, a diversion he hoped to create, Quietly inserting his coins, for a peaceful diversion of grace, Alas the silence is broken as jackpot sirens takes its place, One hundred thousand dollars, the biggest payout ever seen, Envious cheers come from everyone with luck almost obscene, The publican ambles over, with cheque-book and pen he's armed, I never seen anyone with luck like yours, such a life so charmed, I am not that fortunate, I have got F92, its a number from hell, Good grief shouts the publican, "You have won the meat tray as well" Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
|
|
|||||||||
| |||||||||||||||||||
| |||||||||||||||||||
).setAttribute('href','//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=kuopenyung&item=home');document['poetimage'].height='45';document['poetimage'].src='//poetrypoem.com/photos/poets/kuopenyung-button.jpg';;WriteLayer('ptitle',null,'Stupidity and Calamity');WriteLayer('ppoem',null,'Stupidity and Calamity Madness can be contagious. Badness can be hardly reco<a href="//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1282852&displaypoem=t&sitename=kuopenyung&item=poetry" target="_top" style="text-decoration:none;"><font style="color: #18397C;font: 900 12px times;"> ... More</font></a>');WriteLayer('poetinfocus',null,'kuopenyung');WriteLayer('pdate',null,'2018-09-18')){kind=small}
kuopenyung
).setAttribute('href','//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=jkool4ever&item=home');document['poetimage'].height='45';document['poetimage'].src='//poetrypoem.com/photos/poets/jkool4ever-button.jpg';;WriteLayer('ptitle',null,'Just Three Words');WriteLayer('ppoem',null,'" I love you." These three words. Short and so sweet. Just the sound can make <a href="//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1272363&displaypoem=t&sitename=jkool4ever&item=poetry" target="_top" style="text-decoration:none;"><font style="color: #18397C;font: 900 12px times;"> ... More</font></a>');WriteLayer('poetinfocus',null,'jkool4ever');WriteLayer('pdate',null,'2018-01-28')){kind=small}
jkool4ever).setAttribute('href','//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=poet5170&item=home');document['poetimage'].height='45';document['poetimage'].src='//poetrypoem.com/photos/poets/poet5170-button.jpg';;WriteLayer('ptitle',null,'AN ERASER');WriteLayer('ppoem',null,'AN ERASER Imagine an eraser inside the brain Removing things and causing s<a href="//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1350173&displaypoem=t&sitename=poet5170&item=poetry" target="_top" style="text-decoration:none;"><font style="color: #18397C;font: 900 12px times;"> ... More</font></a>');WriteLayer('poetinfocus',null,'poet5170');WriteLayer('pdate',null,'2024-04-23')){kind=small}
poet5170).setAttribute('href','//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=gingersgenre&item=home');document['poetimage'].height='45';document['poetimage'].src='//poetrypoem.com/photos/poets/gingersgenre-button.jpg';;WriteLayer('ptitle',null,'Dance With Me');WriteLayer('ppoem',null,'Dance with me, while we\'re young and strong While life still resemb<a href="//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1325585&displaypoem=t&sitename=gingersgenre&item=poetry" target="_top" style="text-decoration:none;"><font style="color: #18397C;font: 900 12px times;"> ... More</font></a>');WriteLayer('poetinfocus',null,'gingersgenre');WriteLayer('pdate',null,'2021-09-28')){kind=small}
gingersgenre
PoetryPoem.com 