My father’s sense of humour
Tickled me just like it tickled him
So here we go:
A bloke fell ill unconscious in his house
Taken away to hospital for care
Wakes up next day quiet as a mouse
Asks the chap next bed the why and where
His question blunt
Have I come here to die?
A cockney voice chips up
No mate
You came here yesterday!
Brian Fahy
22 May 2021
Erris Poetry 