BACK AGAIN

Following the whinging rhyme of the beginning of the month, it’s “back to back” with this one:

To put on my socks I am not always able

so am soon to be etherised and laid on a table.

When wincing with pain I can now gain some solace

from a grommet of sorts: a device known as Wallis.

Yes, it soon will be mine -

it will lodge in my spine

and widen the channels that have narrowed with time -

I shan’t need a walking stick – oh how sublime!

If my surgeon, who’s Swedish, succeeds with this op

I’ll feast on raw herring in that furniture shop.

Yes, I’ll read Ingmar Bergman, I’ll sing Mamma Mia

then spend hours just trying to get out of IKEA!