I met Dai on Fabian Way
He had a flask, tea he’d say
Quick he moved, his purpose grim
Did not stop, they were after him
Who they were, I could not see.
And when I did, they were after me.
Across the bridge, up Castle Way
Lord above, too late to pray.
Out in front, a shadow rode.
On a bike, with a cursed load.
Saint Andere, but nor for hire.
A dreadful stare, and spat hell fire.
Down the hill, towards the sea.
Smelt their breath, near Anna Quay.
I will no lie, no perjury
There at last, Marina Surgery.
The wait was long, that much was true.
We were many, the doctors few.
Dr Faustus and Dr Soul
Annual check-ups were never dull.
Apologies to Shelley!
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