i wrote this yesterday, inspired by being weighed to get me ready for my operation on Monday. I write a lot of my poetry when I am stressed. Sometimes like today, I can be sitting getting blood taken – hey that’s an idea for a poem – and a poem starts to come to me.
I hope you enjoy this poem. The hospital and health are pretty easy to figure out, but the last one harrahs, probably not so. The harrah bit comes out of a bit of a joke my husband and I have about the need to lose weight. We would usually start on a Monday, so in the weekend we might order takeaways or go out for dinner as a ‘last harrah’ before we start our diet the next day. Given what I weighed yesterday, this really does need to be the last, last harrah.
I have put the words to the poem for those who wish to read it in your own voice and I have put a link to click on to listen to me read it. It can also be found on Youtube, Spotify and of course this blog.
I hope you enjoy my little bit of silliness.
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