At the Hospital

At the hospital At the waiting sit my wife is in with her doctor In front of me to comely women sit one wears A big bun in the back of her hair, the other one A smaller bun. I speculate if this bun difference manifests Itself in their nether regions. My moral self, steps in: don’t think like that the Me-too will come after you, and that is scary, A woman in a wheelchair throws up in a bag Compose herself put lipstick on and wink At me. No, thank you. I'm not wheeling you around Anytime soon. My wife is leaving the consulting room a big smile In her African face, no, she has not got cancer Only need knee surgery. She is a colourful sight wear many rings and Bracelets, today she is dressed in red and green And lit up the landscape. We drink coffee in the canteen while she tells Me about her pains in her knee.