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WHILE WAITING
While waiting for my husband to have a certain test,
I wrote poetry, read, folk watched, that was the best,
Then I saw someone with odd runners on their feet,
One with blue stripes the other grey my eyes did greet,

A nice pale blue track suit and her hair all neatly done,
Well made up, even a beauty pageant could have won,
I hope no one else noticed those odd feet on display,
For I’m sure she’d be embarrassed as she walked away.

Then a man came in and odd socks unknowingly wore,
I noticed them when I stopped writing, who else saw
On white sports socks different colours around the top,
To look not at them for me, I seemed unable to stop.

No one would notice they did not show when he stood,
Then the nurse gave him a short gown, then they would!
‘Take off your pants and top, leave your underwear on’,
Then the odd colours glowed like a sign made of neon.

I wonder whether he’d gone through the odd sock box
And those were the best match of all the pesky socks,
He just sat there drinking his dye legs stretched way out
All seeing odd socks and there were many smile about.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 May 2004