She's been laid up in hospital
At the mercy of the probes
Stripped of all her lingerie
Made to wear metallic robes
They stuck in tubes and filled her up
With liquid cold and runny
Her temperature then plummeted
It wasn't very funny
Although it's crass this miners lass
From Merthyr in the valley
Is made of stuff extremely tough
With a spirit fast to rally
We are sure with time her wounds will heal
No more feeling chronic
Resuming jaunts and Milkwood haunts
With a reviving Gin and Tonic
Written for my mother-in-law in March 1996
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