I imagine him in my minds eye,
The sight of which, makes me cry,
Cry tears of laughter all down me face,
Cos oh dear me, poor Adrian's distaste!
He looks great in his suit, that I can't deny,
But oh golly wow, it's that green mask I espy!
Looking out from the green thing, I imagine his glasses,
Oh dear me, I see twinkles there in the masses!
Lurching towards me, knife in his hand,
I'm about to pass out, I'm not feeling grand!
And now I'm really gutted cos he tells true…
I'll only get to see him, in his blue!
I'll be asleep by the time he swops from the green!
Now aint that unfair, I think that's real mean!
When he's hovering over me, a gleam in his eye,
Would that be that a look of malice, I'd espy?
He's going to operate and sort me out,
Wearing his ‘blue pyjamas' there is no doubt!
Good job I won't see him, putting in the knife,
Or I would give him – a whole load of strife!
I see him now all ready to start,
Oh dear me, it's like a knife in my heart!
When he's cutting away, I won't see his face,
But I'm not worried, I shan't fall from grace!
I told him to have a game of chess as he works,
But he told me sternly, he never shirks!
Ever in control is our Adrian dear,
Good thing I like him, he's not a man to fear!
So countdown is running, it's almost over for me,
But he better be quick, so I can still have me tea!
The relief will be so - intense at last,
Then I shall go to a special party, a celebrity bash!
I shall mix amongst the stars so well known and bright,
Have a ball, and party all night!
But no matter the stars that attend that do!
The main star for me…is that surgeon in blue!