(Please note this is not a poem - this is a message disguised as a verse, for those who care)
I'm Grannyjill, I'm Superwoman,
(exempt from normal rules)
So, I ignored all the sound advise
I think I thought that cool.
One week down the line I find
My foot is dropping off
Well, I exaggerate a bit...
but it is quite bad enough
to take me off to the Chemist
Who said “I don't like that one bit.
Go to the doctor's surgery
Let him have a look at it.â€Â
The doc said 'Yes, she speaks the truth
But, I think we should wait and see.
So, draw a circle around it
And then just let it be.
If the infection grows apace
And crosses the line you've drawn
Go and take this prescription
To the Chemist down the road".
He also said how lucky I was
Since where the strimmer cut
Is right above a main artery
Which feeds my precious foot.
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