Sight Seeing Poem by sylvia spencer

I walked into the waiting room and clicked up fifty four
and what came in behind me nearly knocked me to the floor.
A family of three who were the size of a house, and as I looked
up I felt as meek as a mouse.As I took my ticket to have my blood
test, I started to wonder about the rest. I knew I was in for quite a
long wait, but it did not matter to me at any rate.The rest of the queue
looked quite a shire all waiting to see the bloody vampire.
The family of three that I mentioned before, just took their place
in front of the door.There was not a chair that would fit their
behinds and I wondered what was going on in their minds.
They stood by the door because that had the most space,
not one of them with a smile on their face.I called them
the Go Lightleys because they were so big, then I noticed that
one of them was wearing a wig.I felt rather embrassed
when the man bent down and the wig fell off his rather large crown.
The queue started moving, they never took no notice at all,
but poor old Go Lightly he felt such a fool. My number was up
and in I went and to my surprise the vampire was bent.
He asked me how my day had been and I replied
' very good because I have now written a poem on the sights
that I have seen!

I am sorry if I have upset any one over this poem but it really happened
and I just had to write about it cheers Sylvie