Hanger Farm Poets’ Poems For Your Delectation.

diarised

In A Word, It’s Absurd – Mike Adams

D’you know I’m being diarised

now that’s a first for me

the consultant comes to see me

on Friday, half past three

Yes, I’m really being diarised

What’s that? I cannot guess

 I hope it’s not expensive

Is it on the NHS?

It doesn’t seem enchanting,

to be diarised that is…

Should I take lots of glucose

or those giant pills that fizz?

I just don’t like the sound of it

I’m not sure I could spell it

I’m nervous and uncertain

there’s trouble – I can smell it

I telephoned the lady

She’s the one that planned it

and said for my advancing years

surely someone should have banned it

She told me not to worry

said she’d done it all before

and some men quite enjoyed it

and most came back for more

I’ve never once been glorified, nor rarely have been memorised, I was damn nearly mortified when my poisoned thumb was cauterised.

Of course I’m never plagiarised but frequently I’m ostracised as well as son and daughterised and often have been immunised but I’ve never yet been diarised.

I know that I’ve been circumspect, I said that I was nervous, but maybe that’s just me.

I’ll tell you all about it,

on Friday after tea.

One response to “Hanger Farm Poets’ Poems For Your Delectation.

  1. Graham,
    Remind me what I was supposed to be recording for your radio show?
    Jon Sims

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