Result. Poem by Terry Collett

I had an injection yesterday
which is supposed
to prevent me

from getting
pneumonia
again;

then the nurse tried
to sell me magic beans
which I declined.

I did however
walk away
with a white coat,

a stethoscope,
keys
to a '67 Ford

Country Squire
Station Wagon,
several pairs

of rubber gloves,
a handful
of sugar cubes

& a life size
model skeleton...
result!

Written by my late son, Oliver Collett.(1984-2014) I edited.