In the meantime, there is Micke in ER,
Getting medicine galore,
For she’s really sore,
Send her a message will ya!
From kidney stones to assrites, and pain,
Shingles and fleabiteous,
Celluliteous I think, and gastriteous,
Will she last? Or go insane,
Would someone on AD,
Someone nearby pay a visit, say hello,
Someone check her pulse, someone in the know,
Preferably, someone with a degree,
But I would suggest you do let her know,
Before you lift the covers, make out you’re an MD,
Bang the gavel on her knee,
Or, would any loosened stitches sow,
By the way, stick with the essentials,
Her humour is in the best of shape,
No need in awe to gape,
Just to show her, all your fun credentials,
For God’s sakes don’t send Jersey,
He’ll smoke her up with weed,
To get her on her feet,
Then there’d be two, God have mercy,
If you’re squeamish, send a card at least,
Cheer her up; bring some sunshine in her day,
Or send a poem on its way,
I’m sure she would be pleased.
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He’ll smoke her up with weed!!!!
I was very sorry to hear Micke was on the Sick List, and your good wishes for her are wonderful. But for God's sake, don't send Jersey!!
Georg
Great sense of humor. Loved it.
Mary
You have a great big soft funny heart, bless you. What a guy!
Healing wishes to all in pain.
John