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Oh Blimey O'Reilly!Oh blimey O'Reilly! I'm such a pain, I have to harass Adrian once again! He's eager to hang up his green and his blue, Cos it's the only thing that he can do! To get rid of this patient who drives him mad, Cos she's just a nutter, isn't that sad! So once more to hospital she has to go, To make sure the problem will finally go. Oh O'Blimey O'Reilly! What can he do? Except get her in, and rush her through. So he can retire in peace at last... And make sure she is a thing of the past! But if it's not better, oh glory be, Tis another surgeon I'll have to see! So Adrian, get me sorted fast, Make these operations a thing of the past! Cos oh golly wow, what will I do…? If all is not well, and I can't go to you! You see it's like this lad, you're gona be dead, Unless you sort me out, cos I'm living in dread! So don't hang up your gowns yet, cos I'm not fixed, My heads in a mess and I'm all betwixed! You can't retire yet, you've got to put right, The mess I'm in, cos I've had a fright! Oh golly gee, oh what can I do? Not a lot, so I'm coming to you! You can sort it out, cos you're the man, And after all, I am your fan! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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