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Christopher Hunt Poem
I"m getting rather faint again
I don"t feel well at all.
My back has gone,my legs both ache
must sit in case i fall
Scurvy,swine flu,measles mumps.
I must have had the lot
I even broke out in a sweat
whilst i was in my cot
The doctor calls,he doesnt care,
Just looks at me and smiles.
I grimace back in pain,not joy.
I"ve just sat on my piles
The end is nigh,and thats a fact.
Of this i can be sure.
My epitaph will surely read..
They couldn"t find the cure
Copyright © Christopher Hunt | Year Posted 2009
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Christopher Hunt Poem
Whilst your lying in the chair
staring at the ceiling,
there"s every chance that you
will feel
that old depressing feeling.
Don't blame the dentist,it's you
fault,
you haven't taken care.
And now the pain is just so
bad,
its more than you can bear.
Twice a day is all takes,
to save yourself all this.
From now on brush those teeth
and smile.
And give that chair a miss
Copyright © Christopher Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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Christopher Hunt Poem
The sweat is pouring down my brow
a hint or two of panic
all around me,mad wild eyes
the place is going manic
People shove and people push
some don"t know what to do.
Others grin sadistic smiles
but they are but a few
A husband screams,he"s had enough
he"s struggling to breath.
Every year,its just the same.
Food shopping,Christmas Eve
Copyright © Christopher Hunt | Year Posted 2009
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