Sitting in a Doctor’s waiting room, <br />is enough to make you feel more ill than what you are. <br />As I sat patiently waiting for my number to be called, <br />when Mrs Johnson came in. <br />She went on to explain, <br />the threshold of her pain, <br />and all the times for this and that <br />she had been under the surgeon’s knife. <br /> <br />Mrs Peabody was the next to sit. <br />She told everyone she had a dose of chills, <br />and that she came by to see the Doctor <br />for a top up on the magic pills. <br />Next, to arrive was old Jimmy Farnham <br />with a sauce-bin stuck on his head. <br />He had been demonstrating to his grandchildren <br />how he fought off a brigade of Japanese soldiers single-handed. <br />However, the truth is he was only a cook in the Army catering corps. <br /> <br />Then in came Mrs Hallam a little slimmer than she was before. <br />She explained that she had had <br />a tummy tuck and liposuction to make her look thin. <br />She then proceeded to lift her top <br />so everyone could see the scar. <br />Just to make matters worse <br />Mrs Shrewsbury rushed in, <br />to declare to one and all <br />that her water had just broke. <br />With all the pandemonium going on, <br />I handed back my ticket <br />and went straight home. <br />I’d rather suffer in silence <br />that in the Doctor’s waiting room.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-doctor-s-waiting-room-fun-poem-40/
