Sam's Ring Poem by John Carter Brown

The other day our Sammy
Did a very silly thing:
She bought a can of pop
And then she swallowed up the ring!
We took her off to hospital,
So she could be x-rayed;
They couldn't find the blessed thing
But Sammy weren't afraid.

The radiographer she saw
Showed Mandy, (that's Sam's mum)
The picture of her insides,
From top, to tail, to tum;
She pointed out her organs
Just like a guided tour;
But where the ring had got to,
She couldn't say for sure.

There seemed no point in searching,
She said we'd have to wait
Until it worked it's own way out
At some near future date;
'But keep a beady eye on her,
In case it comes to pass
That little Sammy floats away
Because she's full of gas.'

Now Mr Peter Jordan
Is going to inspect her;
And on a daily basis
With his metal-can detector;
With luck there'll be no problem,
She's taken our advice:
Sam doesn't drink from cans now,
Those ring-pulls don't taste nice.

Written Jan 1995