Prompt from Radford Radio: Ulcerative Colitis
Alan said “ulcerative colitis!”
The room turned to stare.
Then they moved their chairs
away from him;
until he was the only one there;
they had fled to the far corners of the Earth,
to distance themselves from Al.
Al was sad and Al was lonely,
and only Graham, his pal;
(well, his brother really)
dared to stand by his side;
Graham said, “Don’t cry so, Bruv;
I will always be here for you.”
Such sweetness is brotherly love.
Al sighed a sigh,
his tears did dry,
all of his worries had fled,
“It’s okay,” said little Grae,
(who looked far up to his brother)
“From where I stand,
your outlook’s grand,
we can look out the one for the other.”
Al was visibly moved,
as his change of location proved,
and the brothers ‘high-fived’
to their luck;
sadly, for me,
the writer of poetry,
I couldn’t find a decent rhyme to end this saga;
perhaps I should go for a lager.