Another Day Another Equine Expectoration . . .

 

 

 

 

 

(. . . Horse Spittal.)

I was at my Board Meeting when
I received a phone call,  then
I had to go to Parklands at some speed,
They said, ‘You know that little scan?
Well, do it we today well can,
But hurry so that we can do the deed.’
I got there within half an hour,
Then followed wait that made me glower,
Three hours passed before I got away;
Authorisation then had to see
To getting from my own GP
It was enough to really turn me gray!
Tomorrow, now, they all insist,
I speak to a neurologist
For dealing with a lesion on the brain, 
I said, ‘Oh boy, that’s all I lack,
Already I have pain in back;
This pain in neck is adding to the strain!’
But driving well-known routes today,
I tended much to lose my way,
So maybe intellect is not so bright;
This Really Awful Rhyme will show,
What I am doing, I don’t know,
I hope the Neuro lass will make it right!
And meantime to daily radio
Treatments I will have to go,
For which today the Scan provided aim,
And ‘exes’ now on bod renewed
Will give the points at which they should
Now aim to aim to keep each set the same.

© July 2019 Colonialist