Routine Medical Procedure Poem by Rebecca Duncan

It doesn’t feel routine as it’s only scheduled every 5 years

And believe me, the preparation is worse than the procedure

I have to fast for 48 hours - well, ok, I can have Jell-o

But is that food by anyone’s definition?

Oh! And drinking that swill - ‘tis a vile concoction, indeed!

I can’t go anywhere in case I have to go

As the hours ooze by, I become non compos mentis

Unable to read or converse

So I wile away the day writing silly things

And painting sillier things

Like the dog

And the cat

And my husband

Because they need the extra color

And I need the laugh