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I Think…I think it's really posh you know, This surgery for the sick! Cos when you need an appointment, You get one really quick! Unless it's only a fickle thing, That can wait till another day, Well after all, when said and done! Sometimes it's the only way! So unless it's a serious issue, And need an appointment sometime this year, Don't you worry, don't you fret, Cos your appointment date will be near!! And if it's a dire emergency, Then I have to tell it true! What the hell are you doing here? Cos you know what you should do! Call 999 and get an ambulance! And tell them of your plight! And they will come and get you, And make sure you're alright! But be sure if you are kidding, And aint really all that sick, They may get a cob-on, And hit you with a brick! Now then, that would be an emergency, If they hit you with a brick, So I guess that makes it ok, Cos trust me, you'll be sick! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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