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"REMEMBER LAST NIGHT." A short story.
November 11, 2014
April 26, 2016
‘Moderation,’ said Toad, I’m not that good at it, I have no off button you see.’
‘I kind of agree,’ said Mr Lizard, ‘but one is better than three.’
‘Agreed,’ said Toad, ‘but how long can you do it, your one might soon become more.
Six seven eight, a gallon old friend, that’s when you end up on the floor.’
‘I have one a week,’ said their friend old Frog, ‘I enjoy a beer in the sun.’
‘No one likes a smarty pants,’ said Mr Toad, ‘with no off button comes no fun.’
‘But my doctor said, I could take a beer or two, terribly good for the bones.
Also for whiddling, when your body is ageing and starts getting kidney stones.’
‘Whiddling,’ said Liz, ‘what is that? sounds like some type of splash.’
‘A wee, a wiz, a pee,’ said Frog, ‘some crudes might call it a slash.’
‘But doesn’t our friend water, do the same, drinking beer is a trifle pathetic.
Maybe true,’ added Toad, ‘but the doctor says, beer is a natural diuretic.’
‘Hmm,’ said Lizard, ‘I cannot disagree, remove the image from my head.
Of a time long ago, that I would drink, so much, I would end up flooding my bed.’
‘The quacks don’t tell you that,’ said Frog with a smile, ‘some peddle the alcohol myth.
It used to be smoking they all would do, instead now they like to get pithed.’
‘They work long hours, the stress is immense,’ said Frog with his rasping lisp.
‘The juniors especially, they look ever so tired, their brains all fried to a crisp.’
‘How do we help them?’ said Toad with a start, ‘surely we should put doctors first.’
‘Agreed,’ said the Lizard, ‘nurses too, so important to ease societies hurts.’
As they pondered moderation and looked round their pond, they saw as black as night.
Great fatcat creatures, waddling along, eating everything in sight.
‘Who are they?’ said Frog, ‘more important than doctors, are they politicians and bankers?’
‘They’re a plague that’s what,’ said Toad with a scowl, ‘some might just call them wankers.’
‘So moderation is important throughout society, essentially this must be true?’
Asked Lizard as he looked, down at his slim belly, up at the fattening crew.
‘Most can manage it, some cannot,’ said Frog as he looked at the bureaucrats.
‘Consumption of everything, more than their fair share, is really all down to the fatcats.’
‘It is true indeed, that this thing called greed, is something of which I’m not fond.’
Said Toad as he saw, the fatcats all fall, because of their weight into the pond.
‘Shall we save them?’ said Toad, dipping a toe, silently into the water.
‘Ask the doctors,’ said Liz, ‘what do they think, do they really think that we oughtta?’
‘They are troubled I fear,’ said Toad as he pondered, whether or not to swim.
Lizard looked at his friend, looked at the fatcats, deciding whether to jump in.
‘The doctors and nurses deserve all our support, for having them we are truly blessed.’
The friends walked away, left the fatcats to drown, those bent on destroying our good NHS.