With a Breeze in the
Back
“One lump or
two?” I heard the nurse say,
My heart
began pounding twice as fast,
I wasn’t mentally
prepared on that fateful day,
I thought, This day could be my last.
From his
office into the clean crisp air,
Escaping because
I was upset and afraid,
Suddenly I
realized that I was almost bare,
And in front
of the Thanksgiving parade.
I couldn’t
decide exactly what to do,
I still wore my gown with a breeze in the
back,
I was embarrassed and a little cold too,
But I was in
the parade, the leader of the pack.
My mind was
numb and I lost my fear,
And I began
to relax and wave,
The crowd
roared and began to cheer,
For they
thought I was extremely brave.
High
stepping and saluting to the crowd’s delight,
I marched
past the judges’ stand,
I was in my
glory and in full sight,
I won a
trophy for most spectacular in all the land.
I led that
parade down a frontage street,
Until I
marched into the doctor’s office again,
I entered
and had just taken a seat,
When the
doctor rushed in with a grin.
He asked, “Have
you been waiting long?”
As he spent
two minutes looking over my chart,
“Well I
marched in a parade and wrote a song.”
He squinted
and said, “Patience is an art.”
“Doc, I need
to know. Was it one lump or two?”
“Why would
you want to know that?
I want my
coffee sweet so two lumps will do,
My wife
would kill me. She thinks I’m getting
fat.”
Two lumps of
sugar had been my downfall,
I had led a
parade where everyone could see,
It hadn’t
been my lymphatic glands at all,
It was sugar that almost killed me.
In the
doctor’s office listen to what he says,
Don’t jump
to conclusions if you’ve found a little bump,
Unless he
shows you the x-rays,
Let his
coffee contain the lump.
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