Like musical chairs with beds instead.


It’s like musical chairs
only with beds
and wet sheets
and calpol
and stomach aches
and tears.

It’s like musical chairs
only with beds,
Doubles to singles
and a pissed off mum
because the nurse
had to know best.

It’s like musical chairs
beneath the stars before
the rising sun,
with sobs and comfort
bears and cuddled
feet and belly aches.

It’s like musical chairs
and sleeping lions
without the music
the giggles or the
Just tears of confusion.

It’s like musical chairs
Only with antibiotics
or seeing an doctor not a nurse,
that reads her file
fucking first.

It’s like I said to the nurse
We’ll back mid week
the infection worse.

Karen Hayward ©2016 (image and words)

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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