They come in their droves, hundreds everyday,
Grinning as ***** cats, chattering, aching, moaning,
Some they just grumble and mumble, with tempers exploding,
Complaining of parking, fed up with waiting,
What are you doing here Sir?
Sort yourself out,
Pick up thy bed and walk,
I can't he says with tears in his eyes, it hurts too much.
Come and visit us, get stabbed in the nicest possible way,
Perhaps, just perhaps, being needled will help to take your pain away,
Round the department, full of smiles,
Smiling nurses, smiling docs, moaning nurses, moaning docs,
We love them all, the sore patients, the chirpy ones.
The rough diamonds, the posh ones too,
Some go and shoot their mouths loud, about the service, they had got.
Most are grateful, some are not!
(C) Livvi