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Shingles

I really really

must not scratch

this itchy itchy itch

but what to do

when all your hands

just want to do is scratch

 

Diagnosed this morning

by Doctor Wicky Wong

I don't like the look of those

he said

Neither do I

I wished him wrong

 

Back I went this evening

as more spots they had appeared

He looked a little closer

muttered words I could barely hear

off work 3 days not 1 he said

Contagious these may spread

 

So here I am at home alone

with nowt to do but write

a load of twaddle on the page

as shingles rages rife

when what I'd really love to do

is sleep say nighty night

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Written by
jacqueline-le-sueur
English
Published
Aug 18, 2014
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