Monthly Archives: October 2025

Poor Aunt Tilly

She wanted a willy

And now because of the doctor’s strike

They’ve told her to take a hike,

So for the moment it’s a no,

And to the ladies she must go.

So Doctors want to Strike again,

When will this chaos ever end?

Surely to heal and cure is their end

Not their monetary reward to defend?

You can understand a miners strike

For safer conditions and a better life,

But not a  middle class income which is pretty

nifty

And the opportunity to retire at fifty,

The placards and shouts just look silly

When you know they won’t treat Auntie Tilly,

She’s been ill for ages and needs a scan

The NHS says they’ll do it when they can,

Never mind we’ll soldier through,

There really is nothing more we can do.

But look aghast and hope like hell

That Aunt Tilly’s tumour doesn’t swell.

The World is making me angry

My fuse shortens with every headline

Laugh they say

At what I say?

Oh there’s always a funny angle

You’ve just got to see it,

I can’t or won’t,

No more

My heart hurts,

When the fuse burns out

I will be dead.

Just like everyone else.

All you’re left with is a photograph,

That made you look like a Princess,

But you weren’t.

And he  was no  Bonnie Prince Charles