A poem for Gordon
Who is so forlorn
He had his gallbladder out
And his liver sawn,
Doctor Doctor the pain in my side,
Happened a while ago I think at yuletide
Does it hurt?
Sit down say ‘aarrrgh’ and take off your shirt,
I can’t take off my shirt
For there is something very wrong
I forgot I may have
My pink mankini on,
A few weeks they said
To rest in bed
You can charm all the staff
It will only hurt when you laugh,
So he didn’t laugh for weeks on end
A speedy recovery we all did send
But before we all spoke
He was off to John Radcliffe for a quick poke,
Nasty infection and a big hole they found
Don’t move a muscle and don’t make a sound
We don’t want to see you here a- gainnne!
Least of all because we aren’t sure you are sane,
What brings us together is the Tortoise
But it is more than that I say
What Shelled Warriors has taught us (tortoise!)
Is that sharing brings happiness every day
So take it slowly,
Breathe on the day
Think of your friends
Sending their love all the way x x
