Conditional Offer

     
 

Let me be your nursemaid

The pourer of your Lucozade

Don’t want you NHS delayed

Or in a starchy bed, a-frayed

 

I’ll take you back to Betterland

Intravene love thro your dripstand

Have your undesired world banned

Hold your canulated hand

 

I’ll read to you to make you free

Of that which ails your poor body

Make potato cakes for your tea

Together we will sit and be

 

You’ll only have to ring my bell

And at your bedside I shall dwell

I’ll do all this to make you well

But only cos I’m selfish as hell

 

You see............

I long to kiss away your pain.....

Embrace  the youness of you again