Dear Old Jeeves
Glandular fever had made me skinny and pale
The sofa held my feeble form
Oh Jeeves, how you hopefully waggled your tale
Resting chin on my 'blankie', all tatty and worn.
Persistently nuzzling your slobbering snout
And whimpering gently your worry
As to why I had failed to get up and about
(My white cells seemed to be in no particular hurry)
Throughout those long days of my childhood disease
As I fought with my mal altered self.
You stayed by my side, wanting only to please
Waiting patiently for the return of my health
Then as I improved, and the illness subsided
You laid on your side for some rest
You welcomed my head as on your belly it resided
Grateful me in my oversized knickers and vest.
poem by Stevie Taite
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