Nothing Else To Do

I wasn’t really aware

That I’d been here before

But I soon realised

When he opened the door

I sat and gazed out the window

And couldn’t understand why

That in a matter of minutes

A duck flew by

He made his way to where

I sat and pulled up

A very rickety chair

Then he looked at me

Vacantly: I felt uneasy

But I forced a smile

And then, after a coffee

He talked for a while

About this and that

Why Maggie wears a hat

Why Bernard Manning is so fat

Why Tommy Cooper says, “Howzat.”

And why Sylvester is a cat.

It really was uninteresting

In fact, I was positively

Bored. So I told him so

And went to watch TV

The next hour I was back in

The same chair and that is

Where he found me dying

You see I took an overdose;

There’d been nothing else

To do except sit

Waiting for him, you

Know that psychiatrist

©    Andrea Coltman