A Chooseday with Little Choice …

… and Woeful Whensday.

 

Though neither mare nor stallion spat,
In horse-spittle is where I’m at;
Appropriately, this time, too,
I can enjoy a BACK-side view,

View inland from my ward.

The place, though, faces up quite well

View in other direction from front over harbour to sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In features of five-star hotel;

My chosen breakfast from a good selection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The op, for Monday morning set,
Till afternoon, was not done yet,
But now my spine biopsy done,
And, also, bone built up in one
Of vertebrae, which with some verve
Had been impinging on the nerve;
All Tuesday I still had to stay,
And Wend-sday wend my homeward way,
For still more tests to see just where
The places are that need more care:
Where bad stuff’s spread, and where should go
Some well-directed radio
Which, hope the station sent at bod,
Is classical rather than mod!
From Wednesday announcing more —
One hopes it is a healthy score.

Now notified more tests to run —
For problems, there are more than one!
And I, to say, this now have got:
A blinking spot of bother, what?

© February 2019 Colonialist