Tinnitus Poem by Mark Heathcote
Tinnitus
The noise is constant-unending
It's almost intolerable to bear.
Noise, noise, noise, loud whistling
NOISE! Sir! You've just got to just grin & bear.
'I can't take the constant drumming.
TINNITUS, DOCTOR IS THERE A CURE'
Uh, unsure, have you ever tried humming
Something-soothing 'WHAT A BUCKETFUL OF MANURE.'
Friday, May 20, 2016
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