Sitting in the surgery, waiting for the doc,

Becoming more impatient

As the hands move round the clock.

 

Your appointmnet was made well ahead

By the time you're seen, you could be dead

Of boredom, waiting, waiting there,

At least you have a comfy chair.

 

Next time you come you'll bring a book -

These magazines aren't worth a look,

Except, of course, if you're a bloke,

But if you're not, well it's no joke.

 

Who gives a toss for cars et al?

Well I do not, says this old gal.

But while you're waiting, it's no crime

Should you compose another rhyme.