From hospital bed, I quietly slipped
determined and intent,
a quick look left, - a quick look right,
I sprinted to the gents.
my eyes, scanned, the corridor
ears set at fever pitch,
like radar on a high alert,
i was hiding from the witch
this was no lady of the lamp,
more a lady of the night,
stocking clad muscles rippling,
my god that girl could fight.
I heard her in the distance,
like a far off baying hound,
i made a break for freedom,
praying i would not be found,
then i spied her cronies,
standing guard at either door,
i backed away, retreated,
and slipped on polished floor
quick as a flash, back on my feet,
I powerwalked away,
Two nurses were in hot pursuit,
closing quickly on their prey
as i turned the corner,
I ducked into a room,
in haste I failed to notice,
she was waiting in the gloom,
she fixed me with her evil eye,
transfixed me with her stare,
I realized, just like a fool,
I'd fell into their snare,
they grabbed my arms and grabbed my legs,
threw me face down on a bed,
my face squashed deep in mattress,
As one sat, upon me 'ead,
The blunt javelin was lofted,
then stabbed into a cheek,
with face immersed in mattress,
I could barely raise a squeak
Off they strolled with laughter,
Leaving me to slowly limp,
again they were the victors,
in the hunting of the wimp: !
Laurie hill
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sorry-tale-of-the-flight-of-a-needle-phobic/
