Poem – Nursery Rhyme Revisited

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A poem based on a challenge to use the words drenched, pouring, wet, dripping and puddle. Thanks to @Jessicalynnt for the challenge. Doctor Foster, I sent for you from Gloucester In my hour of need Only to read That you wasted time jumping in a puddle. What sort of muddle Stopped you coming straight to me? I was in all sorts of pain and agony I needed to see you right away But you decided to stop and play In the pouring rain Pray explain, what got into your brain. I was deeply drenched in delirium and fever sweat And you muck about getting yourself all wet. Surely no one in his right mind gets into a near drowning situation While leaving patients suffering alone in distress and consternation. You are exceedingly bold, and rather old to make yourself cold Indulging in a whim for a puddle swim. You arrived at my bedside having caught a chill From which you caught pneumonia and flu Such behaviour will simply not do. As you can see, I’m alright now Perhaps you are wondering how. I got myself sorted out by a local vet He came right away, without enjoying getting wet So goodbye Doctor Foster Never again, will I call you from Gloucester Arthur Chappell