Monday, June 13, 2016
Creative Spot by Zita Perera Subasinghe
(Obviously Pain is hurt and I had this painful parting for a painless future!)
OH! So now you want to blame me
Bold, proud, ungrateful upstart!
Who advised you, to cut the knee
Would be a move wise and smart?
You were weak and easily fell
For the advice of a smart team
The repercussions, who could tell?
Golden chance it did seem
Doctor gave me marching orders
‘Don’t dare come anywhere near!’
You slept hours and hours for starters
I was banished by threats and fear
Tablets to truly knock me out
Poured freely down your gullet
Mostly to maim poor Pain’s clout
They taste so bitter to the palette
I was hungry, cold with chills
No one to keep me company
Except some nasty tasting pills
For which I wouldn’t pay a penny
For many years I gave you warning
First it was your appendix
And when Gall Bladder was yawning
I saved you from its clever tricks
How about when baby was due
When of time you had no measure?
T’was I that gave you the clue
‘Call midwife to deliver the treasure!’
Remember I gave you good excuse
To keep away from nasty work
I was the complete valid ruse
To give you needed rest and perk
Enough is enough! I’ll go with grace
I won’t ever be able to save you
When your tears pour down the face
You’ll be glad of what Pain gave you!
Sent by Zita Perera Subasinghe