Sitting in The Surgery
Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:32 am
Went looking for a previous post and found this Gem
So for those who came in late.
Sitting In The Surgery
I'd been feeling really ill mate
Ya know things ain't really looking good.
I haven't seen a doc for years
though the misses says I should.
So I made a late appointment
I picked a name out of the book.
ah gees I hate the smell of medicine
but mate I've never felt so crook.
Up to the counter then I fronts
the receptionist to meet;
but the doctors running late she says
so I'd better take a seat.
So I grabbed a readers digest
about ten years old, I checked the date.
I found a seat around the corner
and I settled in to wait.
Then the guy beside me has a coughing fit
like his next breath would be his last.
I tried to turn away real quick
but I still copped a germ filled blast.
So I moved over the other side
and found a seat against the wall.
I'd only just got settled
when I gets an urgent call.
Well I tried to hold on to it
just in case my name came out.
The lady moved from next to me
as I writhed and squirmed about.
Then I spied the toilet arrow sign
and made a bee line for the door.
I settled in the cubicle
oh dear my guts are bloody sore.
Then just as I got comfy
I hear my name over the air.
I really had not finished
but still I bolted out of there.
When I got up to the counter
I found someone else had got my spot.
I sat back down to wait again
gees this place is bloody hot.
"Oh no" the pains come back again
so to the cubicle I fly.
I heard them call my name once more
oh its enough to make you cry.
When things had got more settled
I once more resumed my chair.
I was the only one left waiting
stagnant silence filled the air.
The doctor had an urgent case
and might be a little while.
The lady on the counter
gave me a wary smile.
At last he's back so in I trot
he must have thought I'd lost me brain.
I'd been so obsessed with waiting
I forgot about the pain.
And I'm really feeling better now
since my visit to the loo.
Well I thought it was a heart attack
so what's a man to do.
Five minutes mate it took him
I still don't know just what he did.
But when I got up to the counter
they still charged me fifty quid.
So now I've learned me lesson
when I get a pain I know just what to do.
I won't make a dammed appointment
till I've visited the loo.
Bob Pacey (c)
So for those who came in late.
Sitting In The Surgery
I'd been feeling really ill mate
Ya know things ain't really looking good.
I haven't seen a doc for years
though the misses says I should.
So I made a late appointment
I picked a name out of the book.
ah gees I hate the smell of medicine
but mate I've never felt so crook.
Up to the counter then I fronts
the receptionist to meet;
but the doctors running late she says
so I'd better take a seat.
So I grabbed a readers digest
about ten years old, I checked the date.
I found a seat around the corner
and I settled in to wait.
Then the guy beside me has a coughing fit
like his next breath would be his last.
I tried to turn away real quick
but I still copped a germ filled blast.
So I moved over the other side
and found a seat against the wall.
I'd only just got settled
when I gets an urgent call.
Well I tried to hold on to it
just in case my name came out.
The lady moved from next to me
as I writhed and squirmed about.
Then I spied the toilet arrow sign
and made a bee line for the door.
I settled in the cubicle
oh dear my guts are bloody sore.
Then just as I got comfy
I hear my name over the air.
I really had not finished
but still I bolted out of there.
When I got up to the counter
I found someone else had got my spot.
I sat back down to wait again
gees this place is bloody hot.
"Oh no" the pains come back again
so to the cubicle I fly.
I heard them call my name once more
oh its enough to make you cry.
When things had got more settled
I once more resumed my chair.
I was the only one left waiting
stagnant silence filled the air.
The doctor had an urgent case
and might be a little while.
The lady on the counter
gave me a wary smile.
At last he's back so in I trot
he must have thought I'd lost me brain.
I'd been so obsessed with waiting
I forgot about the pain.
And I'm really feeling better now
since my visit to the loo.
Well I thought it was a heart attack
so what's a man to do.
Five minutes mate it took him
I still don't know just what he did.
But when I got up to the counter
they still charged me fifty quid.
So now I've learned me lesson
when I get a pain I know just what to do.
I won't make a dammed appointment
till I've visited the loo.
Bob Pacey (c)
