‘meds! ’ Poem by Catherine Casey

Door slammed open, blinding light
The covers thrown asunder.
‘What’s the day? The thirty first?
Flipping eck it’s Sunday! ’


‘Meds! It’s six a.m'.
The nurse a strutting rooster.
‘Take this now to calm your nerves.
It’s a bit of what you’re used to.


Wakey wakey Mr Whiff.
It’s time for medication.
Goodness me! Still fast asleep?
Try some fluoridation.


And - incline- whoops! Blame maintenance.
It’s stuck on super fast.
Say hello to ceiling.
This remote is such a blast.


Ten mills, or was it fifty?
Times two, so any way –
Latex gloves and funnel,
Should measure go astray.


Open wide! Your nose is snotty.
Get this down your chimney.
Swallow deep. There we go.
It’ll help you feel less whingey'.


Windows open. ‘See the snow!
It’s good to be alive.
Wakey wakey Mr Whiff.
Breakfast served in five'.