The Gazebo Effect
My doctor suggested that I tried one of ‘these’.
He told me to stand under it
Once a day from September to May
(But, it’s only now I remember,
He actually said it the ‘other way round’).
So from September to May
I stood, every day
Underneath its shade, white and blue,
As you do,
Until at last I was assured
That my illness was cured
And I came back inside for a cuppa.
And the doctor, he called,
(that was when I re-called the instructions)
“It’s May the First;
So, out you go!
Aren’t you glad that we’ve finished with snow?
So much fell
In the last eight cold months
I haven’t actually been outside once!”
So, with my cuppa in hand
I acquiesced to demand
And stood in the garden once more
And the Sun shone upon
And with my illness ‘still’ gone
Was it any surprise when I swore?