Close to the town centre

Close to the town centre

Where many people go

Is a place I used to know

It is a botanic park

Green with calm serenity

Just the place for picnic tea

There's a gaunt drab building near by

Peering through the swaying trees

It’s a hospital one sees

There anxiety rules the roost

And a visit one should not pay

That would surely spoil your day

Sure there’s fruit, jello and kindly words

But also blood and ouch and tests

And strict rules for family guests

Meals are bad and blood they love

Then they’ll waken you in fright

As they pester you at night

Should you care to walk that park

And calmly feed the little birds

Think of me lying in my turds

“I’m busy now patient X

Leave your bed you must not dare

For others please have some care”