Heard In A Gp Surgery........ Poem by Francesca Johnson

'Sorry, sir, you can't die yet
until our requirements have been met.
You can always use the alternative
and take yourself down to the vet.'



I could continue..............



'Please pick yourself up off the floor
and fill this form in quickly.
I'll pass you a pen so you can write
and in a few days you can be sickly.
Until then you must stay alive
to be on our doctors' books.
We need to process all details.'

My answer? This place fooks......