The Grammar Doctor's Diagnosis - a grammar poem/a health poem

The Grammar Doctor’s Diagnosis
by
Greg Pincus

The Grammar Doctor spoke: he said:
“The news is not fantastic.”
My writing diet: it must change:
Turns out: my co:l:on’s: spastic:::!


This poem was inspired by March Poetry Madness at Think Kid, Think (specifically a single word from it used as a prompt!).

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A Non-Emergency Visit to the ER - a poem about patience

A Non-Emergency Visit to the ER
(a poem about patience)
by
Greg Pincus

I'm waiting, waiting, waiting,
And I'm waiting, waiting, waiting,
And I'm waiting, waiting, waiting -
Grab my phone and play a game.
Then I'm waiting, waiting, waiting,
And I'm waiting, waiting, waiting,
And I'm waiting, waiting, waiting,
And I'm - OOH! They called my name!
Now I'm waiting, waiting, waiting,
In a different, dull, brown room.
And I'm waiting, waiting, waiting,
Like a nervous, anxious groom.
Yes, I'm waiting, waiting, waiting.
I'm not having any fun
As I'm waiting, waiting, waiting...
Boom! The doctor comes! I'm done.
Now I'm waiting, waiting, waiting,
For the forms that set me free....
Yet in the end the waiting's fine -
I'm healthy as can be.


Whenever I post poems about doctors or travel or manuscripts or other things that can called be "adult concerns," folks assume they are autobiographical. They are all drawn from experience and observation, of course, but in this case I want to note that no one needs ask how I am (or how anyone else specifically is). Honest!

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Doctor's Visit -- a doctor poem/a checkup poem/a getting shots poem

DOCTOR’S VISIT
by
Gregory K.

Do not! Do not! Do not! Do not!
I’m down on my knees, and I’m begging you please
Do not give me a shot!

I’ll run! I’ll run! I’ll run! I’ll run!
I’ll beg, and I’ll plead. I’ll scream “don’t use that needle!”
I’ll run ‘cause this just isn’t fun.

I’ll shout! I’ll shout! I’ll shout! I’ll shout!
I hate to complain, but I can’t stand the pain.
I’ll shout, and I’ll try to run out.

You lie! You lie! You lie! You lie!
Shots are not like a pinch. No, you must be a Grinch.
You lie, and I’m ready to cry.

I fear! I fear! I fear! I fear!
I... what’s that you say? I’m all done for the day?
Well... I fear that I’ll be back next year.


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