RELATIVE PAIN
If I was a dog with the pain I'm in,I'd have myself put down.
Hope the pain will stop,
When they put me in the ground.
Getting hard to walk head's in a spin,
Can't remember why I went out.
Let alone a reason for going back in,
Oh yes was going to make a tea,
For the Mrs and me.
Phoned the doctor at half past eight,
Constant phoning got me though.
Around half past ten,
All I heard was he's fully booked again.
Tried ringing doctor's daily,
Couldn't get through.
Sometimes an unbelievable pain,
Is all I can get. Maybe I'll be treated
better if I can't speak to the doctor,
I'll go to the vets.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-04-27 at 02:39
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