And
it only began as an itch
So I
gave it a scratch with me finger
Now
it looks like Meat Loaf the singer
So I
went to the doc in the town
And
he looked at the foot with a frown
Put
you down for some pills said he
Take
them a week said he
But
the foot it grew and it swelled
Slightest
touch of the skin and I yelled
Bugger
this for laugh so I dressed
Back
to the doc with the mess
Muttering
away his garbled prognosis
And
no, was certainly not halitosis
Bad
reaction to fine penicillin
At
that moment I wanted to kill him
So he
penned me a script for more meds
Now I
rattle like old rusty beds
My
mates laugh at my troubles and pains
Saying
you got the “Garlic Bread Aids”
No
fun when you can’t don a boot
Severe
case of manky “Mould Foot”
©
Fergus Martin
2012
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