On the NHS

On the NHS, we have to wait
Weeks of blood tests,no sign of a date
There are people who’re worse off than us
They almost die just stepping off the bus
Have they kept  quiet  lips till   time’s too short

You know my wife, the man begins to state
Never seen her yet, the doctor bleats
The nurse recalls the scar   and the skin loss
The blooming doctor doesn’t give a toss

That’s not  true,  the doc has  just two feet
Two hands, two eyes, one head and  folk to meet
He cured the nose, but killed  the man  in’t verse
Wasted money from the Nation’s purse
Let them test the heart,  forestall the hearse.
On the NHS