JabberDoccy or Needledum & Needledee - Shirley Fry
(with apologies to Lewis Carroll)
The sun it shone on Wootton Grove, shining with all its might
It did its very best to make the pavement clean and bright, And this was odd, because at 8 T’was only getting light.
The doctors, two by two they came with serum at the ready. They smiled like anything to see The queue it grew so steady .
It reached from surgery to road and made them feel quite heady
‘Do you suppose’ the doctors said ‘If we worked all day through, we’d manage to inject them all and save them from the ‘flu?’ ‘I doubt it’ came the sad reply ‘But we might save a few.’
If seven nurses did their best to organise them all, with seven pens to fill the forms all laid out in the hall. The waiting room would soon be filled And we could have a ball
‘Dear patients now please do come in’ The doctors did beseech ‘A pleasant chat, a pleasant smile We shall bestow on each Just roll your sleeve up if you will to where the jab will reach’
We weep for you’ the doctors said ‘We deeply sympathise’ With sobs and tears they sorted out
The veins of largest size ‘Just think of England and be brave And please avert your eyes.’
‘Roll up, roll up’ the doctors cried ‘We want you all to come, The halt and maim and elderly’ But answer came there none. And this was scarcely odd because
They’d injected everyone!
With thanks to patient Shirley Fry for her fantastic poem.