I’m waiting at the doctors
After battling the receptionist to get in
I haven’t felt that well of late
I thought I’d come and see him
After waiting a week
And losing sleep
I bravely called the desk
But the receptionist said cant you get out of bed
Or is this an emergency
Can’t it wait?
Would a parcetamol do instead?
If not I’ve a sit and wait then will fit you in
I went down to the surgery
The seats were all full
Half a dozen people sound like they have the flu
Sneezing and coughing kids crying too
I wondered if I was really sick
Or should I use the loo
While waiting I heard conversations
Symptoms problems and death
As I sit here waiting
I’m wondering what I might catch
Do I really need to see him today?
And that receptionist is giving the eye
I’m sure she thinks that I lied
After all I’ve heard today
I’m wondering anyway
How to find a cure
In a day
my feet start rushing to the door
I think I will go home now
And give that receptionist the bird
Because she didn’t believe a word
And return another day