Patients Dilemma
Its breakfast time
On ward B1
Wonder what they have
To fill our tum.
Cereals or porridge
He says without a smile
Croissant today
No toast for a mile
So croissants we have
With butter qnd stuff
Ate them with gusto
Is one enough?
But why oh why
Do the crumbs always fall
Into our beds
Our nighties as well
They make us itch
As though we have fleas
But if they say have another
We'd all say "Yes please""
But tonights the night
Fish and chips for all four
Ate with our fingers
Then sleep and a snore.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
