"Waiting"

An hour late
Fucking great!
Do I look bovvered?
Expectant face
As white coat hovvered.
Back in the olden days
Women would start knitting
That's how they passed
Waiting room sitting.
The blokes could read
Last years Country Life
Or flick through the bridal ones
Despite having a wife.
Now it's all gadgets
No old mags to be seen
Moaning on Twitter
While too polite
To vent your spleen.
Rather than simmer
Like a pot of soup
Not the time or place
For your spirits to droop
Like the posters
Just 'Stay Calm' like me
Pen and paper is the key
Move over to the corner chairs
Resist the urge to shout and swear
Because even if you hate Pam Ayres
You can de-stress with poetry!

Dulwich Poet 11th November 2013

(I was stuck in a waiting room today, for over an hour, my appointment being delayed. I spent the time scibbling down poetry.)