Houpla!I live in a chair myself and well over 40 years ago I wrote this pome.......
While I lie here like a Lord
With nurses rushing round the ward,
I wonder if they are so good
Beneath their starched exteriorhood.
The cap is stiff and starched and white
Beneath which lies long hair rolled tight
And then the apron, stockings, shoes,
Make up the nurse we cannot lose.
What are they like when let outside?
All set to ride the trail of parties, dances, sin?
But lying here I only guess
what lies beneath that shapeless dress;
for I am ill and they are kind
So who am I to have to mind?
By Me.......
(While I lie here like a Lord
With nurses rushing round the ward,
I wonder if they are so good
Beneath their starched exteriorhood.
The cap is stiff and starched and white
Beneath which lies long hair rolled tight
And then the apron, stockings, shoes,
Make up the nurse we cannot lose.
What are they like when let outside?
All set to ride the trail of parties, dances, sin?
But lying here I only guess
what lies beneath that shapeless dress;
for I am ill and they are kind
So who am I to have to mind?
By Me.......
drjames,
Fri 11 Feb 2005, 13:47,
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