I asked for a hot chocolate just for me
It seemed she understood that it was free
For I was prisoner in a hospital bed
But she still made me a tea with toast instead
The same thing happened with my lunchtime meal
It made me think, Is this one really real
But then she did the same for dinner and snacks
So I gave up my hot chocolate attacks
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