My next door neighbour (who helps out with caring for me) popped round and showed me a poem her daughter wrote (her daughter is in her early 40's) and I thought it was so good I wanted to share it with you.
Ode to my Dad's toe
'Oh no' said Norman as he fell out of bed
'Look at my toe it's all swollen and red'
'get it bandaged women don't stand and stare'
'Bandage bloody what? there's nothing there'
'Well stop laughing at least cos it's really not funny'
'Hobble to the kettle make some tea for me honey'
'Where's my sympathy! You make the tea!'
'And will you stop bloody laughing at me!'
'So I poked his toe boy did he scream!
Funniest thing I've ever seen!'
'Well get to the chemist off to Tesco with you'
'that's the person who will know what to do'
'But I can hardly walk, I've got a bad limp'
'Man up, go get ready and stop being a wimp!'
'Will you come with me cos I can hardly stand'
'Aren't you a bit old for me holding your hand?'
The chemist looked and prodded the toe
'Might need amputation, I really don't know?'
'Only joking you've just got a bad bout'
'Yes it will be painful cos you've got gout!'
