The Rescue

March 2, 2014 § 3 Comments

A silly poem, dashed off to cheer @MicheRobinson, my Twitter friend, who’s in hospital tonight.

The Rescue

One Sunday night, in England fair
An author tweeted in despair.
“Oh help,” she cried, “alas, alack!
“I’m tired of lying on my back.”

In hospital she, poorly, lay –
She’d been there now for many a day.
Her ward-mates fought and moaned and snored;
It really was an awful bore

Then suddenly she heard a swish-
(The kind you hear from flying fish)
And through the window, quick as quick
Came someone in a catsuit slick.

It was brave Mandy, Twitter mate:
With destiny they had a date.
She struck a pose,then grinned and said,
“It’s time we sprung you from that bed.”

She swooped much up, with tubes and all,
For Mich, being ill, was frail and small.
Then took her from that horrid place
And marked the smile on Mich’s face.

And in a flash they landed down
Outside a place in Tinseltown.
Both Mich and Mandy, head to toe,
Were dressed up for the Oscar show.

They schmoozed and smiled and charmed the crowd,
And all the stars were totally wowed.
“Who are these girls?” they whispered low.
For Mich and Mandy stole the show.

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