John Carter Brown
Vitamin B - Poem by John Carter Brown
Oh vitamin B, how I've missed you,
My body has long been bereft
Of your strange but miraculous power
To keep a man healthy and blessed.
I've always done all in my power
To do, for my body, the best,
But lately the Doc' found a problem
That showed up in blood put to test.
She sent me to see a Consultant
To see what was giving me grief,
It wasn't my lack of attention,
Or a lack of my eating my beef;
No, it looks like my stomach is failing,
At times, with regard to it's job
Of extracting the nourishment out of my food,
So lovingly sent from my gob.
It's Vitamin B (of the twelfth kind)
The deficiency of, that's to blame
For my serious dropp in performance,
For my body's not playing the game.
So now I must go for injections
And try, all my worries, to shelve;
I've got to be off to the Doctor again
To top up on old V.B.12.
Eight weeks and eight jabs is my portion
Then hopefully all will be well;
And the remedy coursing inside me
Will soon be ringing my bell.
So if you my dear reader are ailing yourself,
If you're listless and tired, like me,
Be off to your Doctor tomorrow - Go on!
And load up with Vitamin B.
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(Written Sept 2012)
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