tonight i had a MRI scan
it was blooming NOISY
sorry shouting Auntie Fran
clasping Yorkie Rosie
clanging, banging, and vuvuzela
sounded from that machine
operated by a nice fella
who loved his caffeine
in there 20 minutes
well actually twenty three
overstretched the limits
and desperate for me tea
claustrophobic inside that tunnel
a weird type of white
hope they sort my carpel-tunnel
stop pins and needles at night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I had one also recently and it sounded like I was inside a huge tree that was been destroyed by a bulldozer. I was too scared to open my eyes. Thank you Lee and love your humour in your words. You are braver than eye to view inside the MRI