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Tired Sir?Doc falls asleep on patient…! During an operation...! The operation went really well, But the patient died of suffocation! The poor little man is overworked, And badly underpaid, He's needs to retire through exhaustion, He really shouldn't have stayed! He's bleary eyed and knackered! And he's feeling sad and blue! He's gozzy eyed and looking rough! Poor lad doesn't know what to do! I think it's time to hang his blues up, And throw his greens away, Cos I really have to admit…! His hair is going a little grey! He doesn't want to get wrinkly, (Well I'm afraid that's a little late)! Cos I have to be quite honest here, Poor lad's skin is in a state! Now you'd think cos he's a surgeon, That's a doctor don't you know! You'd think he'd have a little pride, And not let his temper show! Narr, I have to be quiet honest, He's as ‘patient' as a saint, that's true, His eyes are never bleary…I think? But he's definitely tired and blue! So hang up your blues and greens young man, It's time to take a rest, Cos after all, your sell-by-date's up, And you aint looking your best! He's A Star! That's What He Is! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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