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Oh My Humour, Another Tumour!!Oh my humour, another tumour, Just what can I do? I guess I'll just go with the flow, Cos I always shine on through! And this time is no different, Its just another operation, And with me, that's my forte', I'm a burden on the nation! I mean to say, the poor NHS, The National Health Service, that is, Have got their finances cut out with me, Cos they always have to do the biz! And pay for all our treatments, Cos that's how it is in the UK, So every time that I am ill, They have to foot the bill and pay! So another mouth tumour, oh woe is me, Cos I had that one at Christmas just gone, But the thing grew back and it's gota go again!! Another operation, this aint no fun! Cos this other one grew on my head, And they've booked the surgery one week to the day, That they are taking the mouth one… Oh woe is me, it's not my lucky day! So the mouth one had to be cancelled, Cos the head one has to go first! Oh woe is me and my tumours 5, My poor head ache's fit to burst! But what can one do? Not a lot says this poet, that's me! I think God wants a hat-trick! Cos I'm almost there now you see! But I think I'd rather He give me a break, And doesn't give me one more tumour! Cos I have to say, at the end of the day, It's no good for all my humour! Cos it stops me laughing at times, When I get a little scared and blue! Well let's face it people, I am sure that you'd be scared too! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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