Humpty Dumpty's Fall And The Medical Bill.... Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

i 'love' medical stuff. i hope to view my own autopsy; is that possible? .......... unfortunately some patients who have money and/or insurance coverage have to pay for other patients who have neither. i think that is a part of it; it must be, certainly? but i have heard that different hospitals in the u.s. also charge more than others for similar services, so it makes people suspicious. Somebody the ambulance did call I LIKE how you arranged the words to conclude the rhyme. nice! foggy fit as a fiddle........... nice alliterations! are you sure you aren't ME? ! BUT now, after reading that for about the third time, I think you ‘want’ “foggey”. let me check the spelling. [of course ‘foggy’ is a good word and it happens at night here near the Pacific Ocean.] MY RESEARCH RESULTS: “fogey”! ***** I think I’ve used fogey in a poem this year, but it is an almost nonexistent word in my life these days, even though I may BE ONE at age 66+. another kill....... well, there ARE too many people! maybe it's not such a bad practice to bump some off, sort of indiscriminately, though it might leave some hospital administrators with egg on their faces. bri :) ***** fo·gey ˈfōɡē/ noun noun: fogey; plural noun: fogeys; noun: fogy; plural noun: fogies a person, typically an old one, who is considered to be old-fashioned or conservative in attitude or tastes. a bunch of old fogeys

Well written and humorous with a serious underlying point.

Though Humpty Dumpty was so stout How his heart came to a sudden halt Seeing the exorbitant medical bill How many, like humpty Dumpty fall down still A sad fact presented in tickling humour! Enjoyed much!

Beautiful poem. Very true said, they will not release even the dead body. Pathetic condition for those who lost their loved ones and another heavy bill makes them fall further...

This write is perhaps not poetry.It is much more than that.. You have called a spade a spade here krishna Kumarji.