Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Wax Lyrical. Badly.

To the ER again
to complain of his pain
And his hiccups that just wouldn't stop.
All he got were some rays
Which showed he had slim chance
and sent ID into a craze.

In his lungs was a monster
desguised as a smudge
That took up a space
producing some sludge
as he coughed and he hiccupped
it was blood that emerged
And, as always, isolation was urged.

To isolation he went
and masks were adorned
And everyone who came to visit forewarned
That TB can be deadly and painful the same
and that hiccups can sometimes drive someone insane.

As he left three days later
We all had rejoiced
that the smudge was not serious
Just a quirk that annoyed.
He left on his way
all cured and cough free
Thanking the doctors
waving with glee.

How little he knew
now unconcerned
we did little for his problem
as his hiccups returned

Inspired by Point to Point and the Omnificent English Dictionary in Limerick Form (OEDILF)