MY WAITING ROOM

My waiting room is filling up,
With many people who are all unwell .
I sit between them and look around ,
And there opposite me is my friend Belle .

Theres a guy sat here that is loudly sneezing ,
And another man who is badly wheezing,
A young mum holding her baby gently
while her little girl is sobbing greatly .

Also an elderly gent ,who keeps nodding off 
but funnily enough keeps on grunting.
Oh my goodness he is now drooling 
Someone please nudge him, to give him a tissue.

Oh my goodness ,another patient enters the room.
On crutches and hobbling very badly .
The receptionist takes his details ,
And asks him to come back ,after her dinner ,

My name is called ,and I feel so guilty 
as theres genuine people feeling so poorly, 
and all I'm here for ,is a cream for my Acne .