Dear Madam(s) and and Michael Lee,
I have read your plea for poetic nourishment for the waiting rooms of the
National Health Servive, (which is doing an excellent job IMHO, btw) and
thought that I could do my bit for the national well-being, as I am a
trainee poet (mature student) hoping to be published one day (soon!) I hope
I fulfil all the desiderata mentioned in your info, and as you say that
"Email submission are especially welcome" I am taking this liberty to
"copy/paste"!
Yours truly
M.J.Walker
waitin' room high
I am somebody, bod- body
and that body is feelin' good
(like Bigears with his Noddy)~
sittin' here 'n waitin'
like a babe in the wood
my mood is resonatin'
with the doctor 'n his nurse
'cause they make me feel happy 'n good
(I've often felt much worse...)
I'm glowin' all over my skin,
I know I'm simply lightin' up the room
that I'm in:
It's not a serious condition
just a bit too much ignition
of the nerves ~
so I make myself at home
and pick up a little po'm
'cause it serves
to show there's somethin' ~ yeah everythin'
to live for,
even if there is a war
far away ~
who's to say?
I say wow!
'cause I know I'm really feelin' this way
right now, and how!
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