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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