A grip on my arm like a vice
A shock which gave me a fright
Confirmed I was going nowhere
And repeated each hour of the night.

As I lay in the dimly-lit room
With the three other victims asleep
Tubes, wires and round sticky patches
Caused triffid-like monitors to beep.

When lo, cross the room an explosion
A deep and a rumbling sound,
It’s the start of a musical opus
As farting and snoring abound.

Our quartet begins it’s concerto
All dignity from us it robs
Which suddenly ends quite abruptly
As nurses arrive for our obs.

Drabble published February 17, 2019 15:10

Steve McBrevity about 5 years ago

I can so identify with that! Good to see you have assimilated so successfully. Can’t wait for the next.
Neville Hunt about 5 years ago

Thanks Steve. The heat of the ward is soul-drenching, but the nurses and doctors etc are really nice. And I am sooo tired after last night’s hourly alarms and lots of ambient light. But it’s probably the best place to be, under the circumstances 🥴
Ginette Kiff about 5 years ago

I see your sense of humour is intact, Neville. Great poem - I love 'musical opus'. Hope you get back home to some peace and quiet soon. Gx
Neville Hunt about 5 years ago

Thanks Ginette, y’ve got to laff! Innit!
Neville Hunt about 5 years ago

Thanks Drew for your comments and good wishes.
Jamie Clapperton about 5 years ago

Sorry you have to be there Neville but glad you're there, if that makes any sense :-) As for the poem, Betjeman influence and a sci fi reference, what's not to like. :-)))
Neville Hunt about 5 years ago

Thanks very much Jamie. Appreciated! 😊
Christopher about 5 years ago

Another great poem. It's good you're able to find humor in that situation and get some inspiration out of it.

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