ULTRASOUNDING

ULTRASOUNDING

 

Maureen, the Technologist

And I, had a medical triste…

Doing ultrasound

From the thighs down,

No veins or arteries missed.

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My nervous system was fickle,

‘Cause only the right leg tickled…

The top of the thigh

Was mostly why

I had to relax a trickle.

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Maureen took her time on the right,

Her pressure at times was tight…

I talked poetry,

Not her cup of tea—

I doubt she’ll visit my site.

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The left side she did faster,

Less veins and sounds to master???

Not even a tickle–

Boy, nerves are fickle,

But she said that was common, after.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

ULTRA-DOWNER

ULTRA-DOWNER

 

He quietly sits alone,

With wife or close friends near….

So used they are to his quietness

He might as well not be here.

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Not that they are ignoring him

Or he ignoring them…

But he never says much either way,

Even though they are his friends.

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Once in a while it’s the same old story,

He’s no right to complain…

He can’t expect others to read his mind

Or hear his “downer” refrain.

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To tell you the truth its been a while

Since he felt this low…

When you don’t want to bother with poetry,

There’s not further down to go.

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Blood sugar levels are part of the tale

And getting worked up over things….

If he opened up to someone he trusts,

Perhaps then his heart could sing.

 

–Jonathan Caswell