A tale based on the day I took my partner for a check up at my local hospital and the heating had been dead for weeks... and it was January! By the way, in case they don’t have a USA branch, Iceland is a frozen food store.
Went to St Richards early today Had an appointment so that was okay The problem is this; I went in with a hernia But when I came out... I had hyperthermia Whilst no radiator did radiate heat And I was laid out like a chilled cut of meat The staff got abuse from a quite irate geyser ‘I'm going to Iceland to sit in the freezer’ They prodded and scanned me right down to my toes And broke off the icicle hung from my nose They asked if I'd registered my next of kin I said, ‘That's her there with the goosebumpy skin’ When they lifted my gown and asked me to cough They snapped what they thought was an icicle off The chill numbed the pain as they whipped off my wheener So I went in as Terry and came out as Tina
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