A Plea for Help

[justfred]

I am feeling low today
mainly because of the diarrheoa
I have had for the past week
although how you could get the runs
from eating pre-mashed milk pudding
is a bleeding mystery to yours truly
I blame the african chef
with the fuzzy hair
I don't think he washes his hands
after he drops a log or two.

it has been so long since my elizabeth passed
over to what may be a better place
than here because it could hardly be
worse what with the bedbugs
and the asian nurse who keeps making me
use a bedpan in public as a punishment
for wetting the bed.

to be frank with you though,
sometimes I can't remember
what I did yesterday or tomorrow either
but on other days everything is clear
and I think there is a chinaman hiding
in my bedside cabinet and I am worried he might be
some sort of homosexualist after my back passage
especially after my weekly bath
or he might be a jap I suppose.

and, I dont think I got my breakfast today again
what a bloody surprise but at least
I won't have the runs again
it's because the filipino nurses are eating it
my breakfast I mean not the other stuff.

my dear late wife was a truly gentle soul
and I am sure she is the only woman I have ever truly loved
the others were just a bit of spare legover
even though she could be very trying at times
and I remember once she bit someone
from the social security services
when they tried to help her up
off the kitchen floor after one of her attacks
she thought he was trying to cop a quick feel-up
below the waistline on the sly.

I've been thinking it over about the nurse who stole my breakfast
and I might be mistaken.
I think it's quite possible she could be romanian
now that we are in the european union
there's a lot of funny people about
and theyre taking over everything
you can't get wagon wheels in the tuckshop any more
only some beetroot flavoured biscuits.

I am very worried one fine day I shall wake up
and not remember all the happy times
about my long years with my dear late wife
whose name eludes me for the moment
but I am still worried about the carpet slipper
and breakfast thieves round here.

I fancied a nice piece of boiled beef for lunch today
but it will be fish fingers once more this friday
not that there's any catholics in here
and don't these people know fishes
don't have fingers, but flippers and fins
not that I'd eat a fin but that's another
country in the european union I think
or it might be frinton on sea.

I wouldn't mind dying but I am scared to do it just yet
because I think I have lost my faith in baby jesus
in fact I can't remember who she is even
and I hope my elizabeth (I remembered her name now)
will have gone to heaven in spite of biting
that health worker when he goosed her
the thought of going to heaven and she's not there
would be dreadful as I fancy a bit of the other.

I think I can hear someone in the next ward
singing obscene songs in a wavering voice
with a la-la-la for the forgotten words
but remembering all the good bits
the bits they miss out of the daily mail.

Where in god's name is my lunch
and who has got my slippers
how many times must I ask
and where is my bedpan when I need it?
It would be nice to have a bedpan
all to myself as I hate sharing one
with that mr ali as his son keeps sending him
cold takeaway curries which means
his motions are very strong indeed.

[Daphne]

Another scorching poem from you, Fred me old lad.

[Edna Sweetlove]

I loved this.