This is a day in my life.
Blood flowed must have been a sight.
How many cups could you fill,
One two or three;
They asked as though,
Was making a tea.
Down to the hospital my nose put on a show,
The blood from me started to flow.
Asked by the nurse,
"Do you have trouble when you go for a wee?
now in my mind I couldn't believe;
That if you strain when you go for a wee,
That the blood from you're nose,
Is bound to flow free.
Was let out the hospital after many an hour,
I didn't stop to smell the flowers.
Not even a rose,
Couldn't you see,
Not with a tampon stuck up my nose.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-08-25 at 00:15
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DAY AT THE HOSPITAL
Got dressed blew nose light,Blood flowed must have been a sight.
How many cups could you fill,
One two or three;
They asked as though,
Was making a tea.
Down to the hospital my nose put on a show,
The blood from me started to flow.
Asked by the nurse,
"Do you have trouble when you go for a wee?
now in my mind I couldn't believe;
That if you strain when you go for a wee,
That the blood from you're nose,
Is bound to flow free.
Was let out the hospital after many an hour,
I didn't stop to smell the flowers.
Not even a rose,
Couldn't you see,
Not with a tampon stuck up my nose.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 186 times
Written on 2021-08-25 at 00:15
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