From hospital bed, I quietly slipped <br />determined and intent, <br />a quick look left, - a quick look right, <br />I sprinted to the gents. <br />my eyes, scanned, the corridor <br /> ears set at fever pitch, <br />like radar on a high alert, <br />i was hiding from the witch <br />this was no lady of the lamp, <br /> more a lady of the night, <br /> stocking clad muscles rippling, <br />my god that girl could fight. <br />I heard her in the distance, <br />like a far off baying hound, <br />i made a break for freedom, <br />praying i would not be found, <br />then i spied her cronies, <br />standing guard at either door, <br />i backed away, retreated, <br />and slipped on polished floor <br />quick as a flash, back on my feet, <br />I powerwalked away, <br />Two nurses were in hot pursuit, <br />closing quickly on their prey <br />as i turned the corner, <br />I ducked into a room, <br />in haste I failed to notice, <br />she was waiting in the gloom, <br />she fixed me with her evil eye, <br />transfixed me with her stare, <br />I realized, just like a fool, <br /> I'd fell into their snare, <br />they grabbed my arms and grabbed my legs, <br /> threw me face down on a bed, <br />my face squashed deep in mattress, <br />As one sat, upon me 'ead, <br />The blunt javelin was lofted, <br />then stabbed into a cheek, <br />with face immersed in mattress, <br />I could barely raise a squeak <br />Off they strolled with laughter, <br />Leaving me to slowly limp, <br />again they were the victors, <br />in the hunting of the wimp: !<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sorry-tale-of-the-flight-of-a-needle-phobic/
