The body is full of things that can go wrong <br />Like heart and lungs and pulses not strong <br />Like parts that ache and shake and quiver <br />Like the fever you get and then the shiver <br /> <br />There are many components, all linked together <br />Doctors and surgeons don’t really know whether <br />To disconnect them and try to insert new <br />Or leave well alone and see how we do <br /> <br />We’re bombarded with advice and statistics <br />From the NHS and even from mystics <br />About Body Mass Index and things not to eat <br />Then three years later say we’re not complete <br /> <br />Unless we fill ourselves with the very same stuff <br />That just previously they’d advised us as ‘duff’ <br />To jog very slowly when before it was ‘run! ’ <br />To never eat more than five sticky buns <br /> <br />In a period of five consecutive days <br />Unless you also eat them with cranberries and Crème Anglais <br />In equal proportions but beware, even then <br />To lie down after you’ve eaten them and count slowly to ten <br /> <br /> <br />The consequence of all this, is that we’ve become nervous <br />About our health and the National Health Service <br />Should we all call the doctor, or just consult the web? <br />When we wake up and find ourselves at a low ebb <br /> <br />Should we go running through the casualty ward door <br />When our worries reach a peak and we just cant take any more <br />Or should we just lie down and put the blankets over our head <br />Then wait ‘till the morning to see if we’re dead<br /><br />Paul Gerard Reed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/health-9/
