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…Dear Mr or Mrs Person…My Medisense Don't Make Sense… I've been a diabetic for so long, I'm trying to remember but don't think I can? I think its age-related-forgetfulness? But it might just be the way I am! And in all these years gone past; I've had my Medisense monitor on the go! But now the thing's not working! As to why; well I just don't know! You see, it's a bit like this, And I guess it's a lot like that; Well, either way it's knackered, And really speaking, we can't have that! I thought it was the battery; Then again, I thought it wasn't that; In fact, I don't know what it is! I just don't know where I'm at! So I do my bloods and plop it… Onto the monitor as I should! But the thing keeps breaking down; Well, if it was a car it would! So I plop my blood on the thingy; And start to count; and then; The ruddy thing won't count! And so I start all over again! Then I do it again, I do; oh woe is me, Me poor fingers are really sore; I stabbed them once; stabbed them twice; Blimey, I can't take no more; Cos most times when I've stabbed myself; The counting won't begin! Instead it tells me; ‘error, error' I just can't flippin' win! Over and over again I try; But nothing seems to work it right; In fact, I have to say it; It comes between my sleep at night! I try it out all the time; in fact, I try it every day, that's true! But the ruddy thing is driving me nuts!! And I don't know what to do! So I looked and looked for me paper thingy, For your flippin' address; But it must be in the bin… With the blood sticks and all the rest! So I wrote to the diabetic-wotsit e-mail, And told them of my plight! And asked them for your address, Cos I told them I can't sleep at night! And so they gave me this one, Oh blimey, please tell me she's right? Cos I'm black and blue and as sore as hell, Stabbing myself all night! So I wrote to you in desperation; To tell you of my plight; And you suggested I try to sort it; But me monitor wont work right! So now I'm at my wits end, I am; And I've cried and cried till I'm blue; Me monitor wont count no more! And I don't know what to do! So please Mr or Mrs Person there; Can you help me in my plight? And sort me monitor out for me… So I can sleep at night! Cos now I'm really crying, oh blimey, Can you hear my woe? And can you fix this machine wotsit-thingy? Or straight in my bin it'll go! Well then I can't do me blood no more! (Well, it will give me fingers a rest)! But I need me Medisense working! Cos after all, it is the best! How do I know it's the best you think? Well over the years gone by, I've tried ‘em all, I've tried the best, And that is why I cry… Cos the best of the best is yours; Well, when it's working right! So please Dear Mr or Mrs Person there! Can you put this thingy right? It's all gud though innit!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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