Lead Alert

A rhymed poem leadenly prosaic in tone and content

I telephoned the surgery to ask for an appointment

Though not to get more prostate pills or haemorrhoidal ointment

But being keen to guard against the seasonal infection

I thought it best to book up for my annual flu injection.

The queue was very long, so long that some stood in the street

And wondered if the drizzly rain might soon turn into sleet,

But while they stood two feet apart in dull and chilly weather

They made the best of things and said, ‘We’re all in this together.’

Inside the posters on the wall were interesting to view,

They showed you things that some might catch and, if so, what to do.

The treatment when I reached the nurse was really slick and quick,

No more than just a little scratch or tiny, painless prick.

It’s always good to go each year and, after it’s been done

On looking back, I’d have to say I think it’s rather fun,

It makes a change from sitting in and brings a little cheer

To brighten up October days, that flu jab, once a year.