I rushed into the surgery
Was feeling so unwell.
So sure that I was dieing,
As I'd had a dizzy spell.

I gave my name and address,
And was pointed to a seat.
And then was told, "You'll be a while,
We're all rushed off our feet."

I said "I really must insist,
The doctor sees me now"
I don't think I've got long to live,
Please fit me in somehow"

"Ok, wait in reception,and
Someone will call your name.
The doctor then will see you,and,
Attempt to ease your pain."

I sat there all the morning,
And then through the afternoon.
By now in total agony,
They couldn't call too soon.

Hundreds of patients came and went
And others took their place.
I thought it right to hang around,
Cos, maybe,just in case,

Then, glory be, they called my name
A doctor I could see.
To find out what my pain was,and
Just what was wrong with me.

I pointed where the pain was,and
I moaned about the wait.
By now it was quite critical,
Me in a dreadful state.

Doc got his gloves and tweezers,
And my bottom lip did pout.
He said "I think I've got it sussed,"
And pulled the slinter out.