Courses Of Medication Poem by Chris Higginson

Don’t get ill on Friday if you wish to guard your health
‘Cause those who gain from illness and take away your wealth
Will not be keen on Friday to probe those hurts and stinks
They’re out there catching birdies on the open golfing links

On Mondays you can count on them to be at beck and call
The birds called secretaries will not your requests stall
And if you get a malady on Tuesday afternoon
They’ll give you cures and fixatives that is for health a boon

On Wednesday there’s a few slink off to exercise their swing
But will come running if you call, you just give them a ring
On Thursday they’re preparing, for tournaments at clubs
But not the types you find in cards, or whist drives at the pubs

These are clubs where Doctors go for weekly consultation
Where surgeons slice and GP’s hook and get congratulation
“That’s a beauty! ” “What a putt! ” They’ll show true dedication
So don’t get ill on Friday, friend, if you want medication

Chris Higginson
2nd Provocative Verse