From a Hospital Bed

FROM A HOSPITAL BED Wordancer Even if I’m dizzy with an aching head, I must not disturb the others in the beds In this hospital ward where not much is said For fear of making a fuss. It’s not much fun with nothing to do Can’t even get up to go to the Loo The doctors come, and ask, ‘How are you?’ It’s hard to tell them which is worse Visiting hours and here’s Dad and Mum Who immediately asks me why I’m so glum. I tell them, ‘The others had ice-cream, but I got none, And, if it was you Dad; you’d curse!’ Patting my hand, Mum says, ‘It’s all right,’ And Dad says, ‘You might get some tonight, Cos you’re looking better, you’re not so white, I’ll go over and ask that nurse.’ Back he comes grinning down the ward, And sits back in the chair without a word, To Mum he whispers so he can’t be heard Then his eyes meet mine, his lips are pursed. The doors swing open; a nurse comes through, Carrying a tray and says, ‘This is for you, You can have some now you are healing like new, To Mum, Dad says, ‘We’ll cancel the hearse!’ I’ve broken no bones, the x-rays prove, But there’ll be a scar and a slight groove Left from the fencepost that failed to move When I fell on it, off my horse With an arm in a sling and one foot on the ground, The other in plaster and my head bandaged round, I’m going home soon, and my horse has been found Across the river, but he’s none the worst. It’s easy to laugh with no aching head And it doesn’t disturb the others in beds ‘There is no need to fear,’ as everyone says, ‘Just ring the bell for the nurse!’