21 August 2012
Sitting here in the waiting room, Slowly realising my appointment is overdue. There's all manner of characters abound, Such as old men with walking sticks Carrying diseases just waiting to be found.
The receptionist announces, "Who's next please?" And the line I've been stood in begins to freeze. A chorus of grumbles and groans echo through the air, And the old man in the bowler hat whispers, "Do I dare..?"
The walls are adorned with childlike displays, Invoking memories of the good old days, When there were only a few things to do; Including when to throw a tantrum on cue!
Those hands on that clock can't be right; I've been sitting here an hour, putting up a good fight! And just as I get up, as my waiting is through, The nurse pops around the corner and says, "Ah, Mr. Bruce. We've been expecting you."
The Waiting Room • Opuss № I