The bride is home from hospital, with
hardware in her foot
The surgeon took one look at it, and said
it is kaput
You’ll need to have some surgery, I can
fix that up for sure
But for six weeks thereafter, that foot
can’t touch the floor
Then for six weeks further, only light
weigh should you put
On that leg, for otherwise, you might have a gammy foot
So I sit here pretending, for three
months I can be her carer
But trust me when I tell you, I’ve not faced
anything more scarier
I’ll do my best, I will try hard, but for a
quarter of a year
I would care for her forever, ‘cause to
me she is so dear
But think Basil and think Rumpole, she’s not
to be misled
And if she ever reads this, I think I’ll need some red
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