Thursday, December 4, 2025

Sympathisers Upstaging My Illnesses comical poem 697 by Angela Lansbury

Walking frame and Bissell Magic Broom, dustpan and brush. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


' t's so good to see you again 

Great, meeting at clinics like this

You must be sick. Family well?

'I'll blow your dead uncle a kiss'


'Why don't we meet for tea? Just me!

I know the others won't meet you

I don't know why they don't like you

Forget them. You're okay by me.'


'How lovely of you to phone me

Wait, Dad fell from his wheelchair

I've twenty grandkids, an art class

Can't talk - dashing everywhere!'


'I'm sorry you've got skin cancer

Glad to hear it's only stage three

I've stage four, Covid, flu, lots more

Must rush off, I've doctors to see'


'I'm sorry to hear you were sick

Trouble I see, with two big toes

I walk around, with a white stick

I've ten hammer toes just like those.'


'So, darling, please tell me what's new

Yes, we, too. had Covid, and flu

I've many to see, much to do.

Please call me, 'cause I won't call you.'

-ends-

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