Happy Birthday NHS
Today
the NHS is seventy,
As
dear to me as my own grannie.
In
her presence, courage I take,
Though
I see through her smile that her teeth are fake.
I
feel my gran must live forever,
Nothing
can destroy ‘eternal treasure’.
She
may soon need ‘life support’,
So
let’s all unite and set at naught,
To
save her from ‘Elder Abuse’,
From
those who think she’s lost her use,
And
desire to return to days conveniently forgotten,
When
the poor die young and their teeth are rotten.
As
we raise our teacups and cheer our queen,
Let
us resolve that this protest is clearly seen.
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