Placing your fat bum in a metal chair
Which traps you with a big 'HaHa' snare,As she jots down your nameHere starts your frightening game...Every time the door creaks'Is it my turn?', your mind voice speaksLike a vroom-ing car chaseOr a whining rat race -
Whenever she comes out and calls'Not yet, my dear', laughs the dirty white wallsUgly lizard stands above your headJumps down safely and runs away with a thud...
Mosquitoes buzzing aroundYou clap at their annoying soundThey shake their butt and fly away
To dance in their own way -
Wonder if they know what's your problem?As you cough up sticky green phlegmLike a red tomato, your face glow'C'mon its obvious' scracccking the fan above...
While the clock tick-tocks'Still how long?' your body squawks'More time to go inYou are the last in the line' -
Dusty floor screams, 'Boo..'Until she calls for you,Jumping out of the chairWith a screeching affair...You mock as if you careLeaving behind that scary nightmare,'Hee Hee, see you again', cackles the eerie roomAs you walk away from -
The doctor's waiting room...!
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
