A little silly hospital discharge song to brighten up anyone’s ailing day…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
The Mt. Sinai Hospital Choir
The Discharge Symphony No. 8 in F Minor
Ouch, don’t poke me after a meal.
Don’t pester me with tests.
Honestly don’t take no blood,
And no green jello
for this fellow.
Don’t pander me with fluff.
Don’t cause me no anxiety
By throwing all big words at me.
C’mon, center me with the truth.
Be like Doctor Ruth.
Stop poking me. I’m counting sheep,
And I still can’t sleep.
This ain’t no pastorale.
Get me out of this hospital.
Words by Randy Mazie
Music by Anne Anomus
Love it and your sense of humor…thanks for lifting the day…
Thanks for appreciating my sense of humor.
I had already read your piece and left my remarks on your page. I liked what you did with yours.
Oh god yes…get me out is my perpetual hospital chorus!
hospitals are the pits!