Friday 13 December 2019

The Winning Poem


My first patient was dear old Santa
Who had lost all his jolly banter
He had turned to drink
And struggled to think
So I suggested sticking to fanta

I called in Mrs Claus
Who was struggling to find the cause,
She was flushy and hot
And was loosing the plot
We agreed it was menopause 

Next came a bunch of Elves,
They had piles from sitting on shelves,
They were tender and sore
And couldn’t take any more
I advised scheriproct to insert themselves 

Last came Rudolf the reindeer
He was lacking Christmas cheer
His nose was red
He wanted his bed
Self-care was the best idea

I'll see them all again next year!

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