My poem.

The Ankle Rankle.
I’ve got a problem

and it’s really starting to rankle.

You see, I hurt my leg          

in fact, I broke my ankle.


The problem was my mistake

Oh what would that be?

The ambulance took my break

to St. Peter’s A and E.


Because instead of trying

to fix it there and then.

Some idiot, what was he was doing?

Sent me home again.


You can mess up a finger

You can bugger up a wrist

but only a consultant at St. Peter’s

would think a break was a twist.


Neil Harris

(a don’t stop till you drop production)


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