Pete’s response to the trigger ‘tap’.
TAP, TAP … TAP, TAP, TAP by Pete Brammer
A new doctor stretched out, behind his desk,
Holding a nameplate, in shining brass,
‘Tap, tap … tap, tap, tap’,
When in walked, hypochondriac, Jane Glass.
“I need medication for my arthritis,
Stomach ulcers and my heart,
And, what about my inflamed bowels?
So embarrassing, they make me fart.
“There’s cream I require, for cystitis,
My haemorrhoids are playing-up too,
And how long, I’ve suffered with migraine?
To be honest, I haven’t a clue.
“But worst of all, are my chest pains,
I’m having a heart attack.” she said.
After carefully reading her medical notes,
“You are a fraud, and just swinging the lead.
“I just don’t have the time, to waste on you.”
His feelings, he just couldn’t hide,
But later was given, the shocking news,
She collapsed, and died outside.
That first day in practice, played on his mind,
To the point, when he broke down and cried, F
inally he found, he could take it no more,
And was forced to, commit suicide.
Ironically, they buried him next to her,
Him, with his terrible burns.
Next day on his coffin; ‘Tap, tap … tap, tap, tap.’
“Hey doctor, have you got anything for worms?”