Seeing the Specialist

 I needed an appointment,

My head just wasn’t fine,

And so I called the doctor,

They scheduled me for nine.

 

I went down to their building,

So far it all went well,

I walked into the office,

And rang the little bell.

 

The girl behind the counter,

She asked me who I was,

So I spelled out my name for her,

There was a little pause…

 

I told her I had problems,

Discomfort, bad, was mine,

She nodded, said, “Which doctor?”

I said ‘normal’ doc was fine.

Today is our Monthly Poetry Challenge.

Our topic? 

Making an Appointment

I love this!

Now go and see what my friends have created!

Karen at Baking in a Tornado

Mimi of Messymimismeanderings