SUMMERTIME

Summertime

And the workload’s gone crazy

Calls keep coming

From the sick and the sad

The car park’s full

But the waiting room’s empty

These days are as hard as any we’ve had

.

They’ve all got coughs

That they just know ain’t Covid

Or insect bites

With a fear of sepsis

The sun is out

And the temperature’s rising

Who wears plastic aprons in heat like this?

.

Appointments now

They are so hard to come by

Day by day though

Still the telephones ring

Now half the staff

They’re in self isolation

Cos they’ve had an NHS test and trace ping

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After George Gershwin and DuBose

Heyword

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