Mary and the underpants

Mary was sitting down feeling quite lonely in the waiting room outside the doctor’s office when she saw Emile her cat hiding under a chair..

What are you doing,she whispered.I’m glad of your company though.

I jumped into your cab, the cheeky cat informed her proudly

I want to be there when he examines you in case he makes vulgar remarks

Don’t worry,she answered,they always have a chaperone nowadays.

Just then a pretty young black nurse took Mary into a room and said to her

Take off your underpants!

I don’t wear underpants,said Mary,but I can go home and get my husband’s if you want me to.

We use underpants as a generic term,the nurse informed her in a kindly yet menacing voice.

Wow,they are so intelligent nowadays,I don’t think I knew what generic meant till recently Mary told herself stupidly

I have no underpants,Emile mewed. crossly

No and I am not making you any.I have quite enough washing to do already.Mary responded like a mother.

It’s not fair, said Emile.All my friends have underpants and T shirts too.

Soon the doctor came in and looked nervously at Mary and then at her female parts.

Mary was used to this but all of a sudden she got a nasty pain

Ow,ow,ow,she shrieked,what is that?

It’s ok,said the nurse,just old ladies are not used to this sort of thing.

I’ll have you know many older ladies are very used to it but not when they are unaroused.Besides men’s organs are kinder than metal or plastic if the lady is willing.Can’t you put more lubricant on the damned thing

The doctor tried to remove the speculum but was clearly somewhat agitated.

Ouch,cried Mary.Ouch.Ouch

Thank goodness I didn’t know it would hurt.Do you think we should be shown a romantic mildly arousing film in the waiting room to make it easier?

We can’t do that,said the nurse.We might be accused of running a brothel.Still we could use more money in here.

But the doctor is not paying me,said Mary.
I am paying him, in a sense,as a taxpayer.And you too,dear.

You are too clever for me,said the nurse sharply as she admired Mary’s tan leather handbag from TKMaxx stuffed with set squares and cameras

I shall bring a vibrator next time,Mary told her,though she had never even seen a vibrator except in a picture.Still.she had to say something.And why should she not benefit from modern science?Boots sell them,she seemed to recall…

You can’t bring a vibrator in here or the doctor will be angry ,as he might be accused of misconduct if you enjoyed yourself, the nurse whispered, though why should you not enjoy it,she said in a puzzled tone as if she had never thought like this before.

I thought it was only misconduct if he enjoyed himself,Mary cried loudly and plaintively

He has seen so many ladies, it is just like seeing into a mouth for him,said the nurse churlishly thus taking away Mary’s pride in her unique anatomy.

I expect one gets used to anything in time,Mary murmured,but I hope he will not need to do that again to me.

No, you seem ok,the doctor said,but I seem to imagine I can see a cat under the table.What is he doing?

I am just keeping an eye on you,mewed Emile.I live with Mary.

No animals are allowed in here ,the doctor shouted in a paranoid manner.

A bit late now,mewed the cat.Are you sending for the cat police

Dr.Grey picked up a very large speculum and threatened to strike Emile with it

Now then,said the nurse, he might scratch my legs.Leave him alone.He’s just protecting her.And I had just sterilised that.

Fat lot of good Emile was,Mary thought.

The doctor approached Mary and told her she would be seeing a consultant soon… in the meantime should she do anything to prepare… she asked.

Well, do try to relax if you can, he told her gently.It is trying for ladies of riper years to attend hospitals but we only want to help you.

I’ll have to help myself,Mary thought wryly, lauging inside as she got down off the table and put on her red and purple knickers or “underpants” as they are now referred to as.

Thank God,that is over,she whispered to Emile.Let’s run out and get a cab.

She hobbled to the door and phoned the taxi firm with her mobile.I just want to get home she told the driver.

Don’t we all, he said in an Eton accent.Surely it’s not David Cameron in disguise canvassing patients?Thank God he’s not conducting pelvic exams on them!That would lose him the election whether he was any good or not… in my view,but then what do I know about the British electorate?It might be the key to our future as a nation.Think about it! Now we know it’s worse than in 2015 for sure
And so say all of us

I think it’s funny

  • 4343717_f520Well.Margaret,I am the doctor.Have you had sex recently?
    I didn’t realise we could have it on the NHS.Do we have to  ?
    Sorry ,dear,I am the gynaecologist.
    Do stop showing off and speak English.
    I mean I am a doctor who studies lady’s private parts.
    You get paid as well!
    Please let me conduct the interview.
    Where is your podium?
    Are you always like this?
    No,only with men or women.
    This is what I need to know.When did you last engage in intercourse?
    Does self pleasuring not count?
    No,you can keep it mum.I am merely wondering if the speculum might hurt you as you are so old,dried up and withered looking.
    How extremely thoughtful of you.My boyfriend never calls me withered looking,
    How old is he?
    Mind your own business.
    Well, are you ok with an internal?
    I want a good one
    Sorry ,dear, we are all wicked here.
    I mean a chaperone.
    OK I shall get a nurse.
    You can nurse me if you like.
    Now, please don’t be impertinent.You are still attractive you know.
    I know.Men follow me like bees to a honey jar.
    What do you do?
    I  have my fun them or tell them to buzz off.
    Are you free Saturday.-
    No, it’s the day for my bi-opsy
    Or is it bio-spy?
    That sounds suspicious!
    Well,we sometimes do get people spying on us.
    Or are you just feeling left out because you can’t bear to think nobody cares about you one iota?
    What’s an iota?
    I can see you didn’t do PPE at Oxford.
    Well,I did my medical studies at Imperial.
    I say,how absolutely fantastic.You must be bright.Are you doing anything on Sunday?
    No, because I believe we should only worship then.
    You can worship me, although after that speculum I shall be unwilling to have sex.
    Do you usually do it on the first date?
    No.I am still a virgin, really.
    What do you mean,really…?
    In my heart,I am a virgin but in my body I am a widow.
    O M G, let mioaw ‘t of here…
    I knew you were a cat.. I have seen those eyes at night in the dark.
    Nobody has ever said that to me before.
    Thank you.OMG I never examined you.
    I’ll have to come back next week…
    But now we can’t get it on the NHS!
    What do you think of that?

He said he was ill but not that he was dead.Men!

Sorry, I can’t answer the phone.I’ve gone out for a stalk or a flower
Sorry, I am not here.They gave me too many injections and I’m not whole yet nor am I partial to your moaning
Sorry I can’t take your call.I am planning to shoot myself tonight but if I  survive I’ll write you an email tomorrow.
Sorry I am not in.I’ve been arrested for writing  low quality verses.Is it a crime now?
Sorry we are off to the pub to get arrested for drunk driving so we can spend the New Year in jail…. it saves money for us but not the taxpayer
Please stop phoning;my head is ringing……  how do I take the call?
Sorry I am out right now as I’d love to  clear your voice again.Please growl back later.
Fancy you ringing,I love your rude message and return it redoubled in strength.
Yes,you did love her but it was a wrong time ago and besides she is a dead  ringer for  the Queen
This is a telephone answering service.If you are human try meeting face to face.
Honesty can get very wounding so please take care about leaving a message after the tone
Silence and telephones are incompatible.So take your kick and konk off.
Why are you phoning.I saw you today.Please do not leave a message as I am feeling moody and mean like a film star on a horse’s back
He said he was going out for a bark.Can I fake a message?
He said he was ill but not that he was dead.Men!
He said he’s had enough but  I am still alive.
Where am I? I’m not here.So stop phoning

Too much “life”

 

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Well,I’ve been out and collected some new computer spectacles.Since I’ve been ill for 2 weeks I wasn’t able to go before.They are wonderful.A big help to someone with visual problems.They are sometimes known as office glasses,apparently.
Then I had to have a SIM card blocked as I lost a phone.So I’ve been busy without really doing anything.The weather is so cold my feet are numb.I am putting the heating on.The air from the Carribean has not arrived.Yet!
I  hope summer is not over for us so soon.Still,we adapt.I am now trying to make a Voice Tablet work and might hit it with a stick in a minute.It is frozen but no oven will thaw it out

In Billingham asthmatics  used to cry

I never knew what winking really meant
Especially if from someone soon to die.
Everyone said my husband was a gent

We  never spent a hot week in a tent
But on the shore we loved to read and lie.
I never knew what winking really meant

He used to pray but seldom during Lent
He did not like the eye of God to pry
Everyone said my husband was a gent

When we met he said I was a saint
But little did he know that I’m a spy
I never knew what blinking really meant

In his arms, I felt I’d  like to faint
But I cannot faint  near ICI
All agree my husband was a gent

 

His dad was ICI’s astonishment
In Billingham asthmatics  used to cry
I never knew before what stinking  meant

If he died no-one could pay the rent
So mother used to keep him nice and dry
All agree  my husband really spent

If he had to die then so do I
But I have other fish I long to fry
I never knew what winking really meant.
But does it matter since he was a gent?

As they float across the sky in silent bliss

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I would I were a cloud in the blue sky
And that you too were transmuted in this way.
So as we windblown clouds passed by

 I could mix with you ,a merry mist at play.

For clouds have fuzzy boundaries at best
They have no minds nor fears, nor guilt nor sin.
Oh,feel they are internally at rest.
As they have no heart nor torment, no within.
Identity is not their need not wish
As they float across the sky in silent bliss
…Unlike the sea, the sky contains no fish..
Yet on this world clouds love to have a piss

Oh,blend with me and be my other soul;

For we two clouds can now become one whole