Friday, November 15, 2013

 

Haiku Friday: At the Doctor


Hi!  Don't you love Fridays?  Today, I get to moderate a discussion at St. Thomas featuring one of my heroes, Hank Shea.  That's not a bad day.

Plus, we get to haiku!  With all this talk about health care, I figured we might as well haiku about it.  We can interpret the theme broadly-- your own experience with a doctor, meeting someone in a nurse costume at a halloween party, being stuck on a camping trip with only the Physician's Desk Reference to read, riding the elevator with Dr. Kavorkian, your opinion of the ACA, whatever.  Go for it!

Here is mine:

Saw Dr. Grrrfffsss,
He recommended a full...
Head removal!  Yikes.

Now it is your turn!  Use 5 syllables in the first line, seven in the second, five in the third, and have fun!


Comments:
His name: Dr. Bone.
Really. When I broke my leg
Stephen Baker style.
 
I liked Dr. M.
(She's not that kind of doctor.)
She taught 8th grade math.
 
Dr. Kangaroo!
I loved that show... oh, what?
Oops, sorry, Captain.
 
I'm a pepper, he's
a pepper, she's a pepper…
Drink Dr Pepper!

 
My mother told me
The doc who delivered me
Was wearing a tux.

(He had been called in
From a posh black-tie party)
Mom thought it fitting.
 
Mustached Russian
Lara, A snowy winter,
Doctor Zhivago
 
My gash was alive...
Staphlococcus elbow.Doc
Said I was okay

To fly to London
On a filthy airplane
Exposing F.A.s

And, risking my life
I took the trip,manager
Said couldn't replace me.

I lived,but the doc
Kept calling to see how I
Was when I got back.
 
Listen Osler--Geoff sucks.


Geoff wanted to be a
Doctor in his youth.Auditioned
Gals for experiments.

Invited Trixie,
For Boudoir experiments,I
Had to put foot down.

On his sorry ass. (Syllables suck!)
 
My gash was alive...
Staphlococcus elbow.Doc
Said I was okay

To fly to London
On a filthy airplane
Exposing F.A.s

And, risking my life
I took the trip,manager
Said couldn't replace me.

I lived,but the doc
Kept calling to see how I
Was when I got back.
 
Dr. Thompson said,
You have strep throat, yes, you do,
shot won't hurt a bit.
 
The needle looks long
ouch, bit lip but didn't cry
Lolli-pop reward
 
HE COULDN'T TELL HER,HER SON WAS
DEAD: THE STORY
OF JOHN CLAYTON EMERSON AND
CLAYTON EMERSON AND DR.BROCK


John,just two,fell hard,
Atop pruning sheers,his ma screamed.
Blood. Oh the blood. Blood.

Ago,ten score years,
Clayton,ten,fell. The mower
Ate him dead a-field.

A vein, John's ankle,
Dr.Brock found.Gave him blood.
John lives yet.Kin's strength.
 
Curious lad,loved
To go to the doctor.When
The nurse looked at him

With soft doe-ish browns,
Felt his heart melt,when her warm
Hand took pulse...med school!!!
 
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