At work

Sitting here at work, bored to tears,
all self inflected i bin here for years,
then i came upon this web site,i reckon this is fun,
i ll write a stupid poem and so it has begun
air beds i work with all day long, pressure sores the game is, to keep them from your bum,
i wander around this hospital for long and busy hours
no time to sit and talk to folk admiring there flowers.
people who are poorly, some so very old,
i ll be on an air bed soon from matron i am told.
but i am very lucky i am fit and healthy,
need to win a writing game
then i might get wealthy
so count your blessing if you are well,
because believe you me,
pressure sores are hell.