Poem for lil
I asked my friends to write a verse each for a get-well poem for lil and here is what they contributed.
It is perhaps appropriate that you've asked people to contribute for Lil and the one thing you can't get them to do is shut up.
My dear friend lil is very ill
With acute appendicitis -
That's much worse than lilitis.
So I fret and I worry
And I'm ever so
That there's nothing that I can do
But writing these lines for you.
Poor Vicky Virago
There's nothing that shocked her
Much more than when Mum said
She's under the doctor
We miss our lil
Oh yes we do
We miss her so much
We're all very blue
Hootoo is not the same
We think you'll all agree
Sending happy thoughts and get well messages
Until the 'ospital sets her free
Appendicitis, and other niggles?
Get well soon, dear Auntie Giggles!
Buttons, Buttons everywhere, and not one Lil can push!'
Those s and s
Must be issuing curses,
Big buttons close by,
Must really terrify.
But Lil must get well,
Come Heaven and Hell .
Buttons must wait
To get her first rate.
The day when lil went under the knife,
It very nearly changed my life,
Her editing - so gently done,
Now's undertaken by a Hun!!
Father – mother, or any other, makes no difference to me.
But a family member is unwell and she IS a sister to me.
We're not related in any form, not marriage nor blood akin.
A friendship relation by any means is anything other than that.
But alas! My 'sister' is unwell, I'm powerless to intervene.
Medical knowledge has taken great strides.
But folk lore can also prevail.
So! All the powers that there be, hear these words of mine.
Every ounce of strength within me, I send willingly to her.
Make her well and stand ready to fear me, gods, if you fail.
-Professor Animal Chaos
Lil's a giggler and no mistake
Lil's a tickler, for goodness sake
Gigglers like lil sow the seeds of hiccoughs
Smiles, chuckles, chortles, crack-ups
When she comes back and the worrying's all done
There'll be mirth, hilarity, celebrations and fun
Oh Lil you really are a star
I never thought you'd go that far
And wind up in a hospital bed
With hunky doctors round your head
So take your meds, get back to power
Hootoo awaits your finest hour
Just don't go having too much fun
You're supposed to be the wisest one
Lil is a kind hearted soul
I feel so dreadful to see her in this hole
A hospital is no place to be
Without a laptop on your knee
Hootooers throughout the land
wish lil the best help there is at hand
good wishes come in dribs and drabs
But the sentiment is there for grabs
Get well soon dear Lil
I am sending you a happiness pill
Thank you Lil for being there
Through the good times and the bad
I just hope that you get well soon
Hopefully I'll see you fit and well before the end of June
But then again it's good to take time to relax
and eat lots of snacks
and take good lavendar smelling baths
and remember to watch things that make you
We're all so sad that Lil's not well
Without her there's no fun,
Her Matt is sulking, in a huff
Until she calls him 'hun'
Dear Lil please come back really soon
without you there's no sun no moon
no stars to brighten day or night
we all miss your shining light.
Big heart ACE Lil
You have your fill
of donuts tea and cake
A good recovery you'll make
That's if you don't faint
When you get the hospital bil l
It seems to me Lil's kindness itself
So it's very sad to hear her health
Is not what we would wish it to be -
That's rude and giggly and full of glee.
You are ill
A big red setter
Will make you better
I'm sorry to hear, dearest lil,
That you are so very ill,
There's something I would say to you,
Like others here, on hootoo,
I'm sending to you all my best,
And something I'd like to suggest,
But I'm not sure If I oughter...
I'll gie ye a quid for your daughter.
I don't know her well though I've seen her around,
But I'm sorry to hear she's not well.
Just a note to the nurses - if you value your peace
Cut the string off that leads to the bell!
Our good friend Lil has bin quite ill
Of pills and potions she has had her fill
She wants to return to the rumour mill
No more viewing life over a window sill
We want you back when you've had a rest
Then we will be back to our best
All our threads lack your zest
Hoggy does well but he has holes in his vest
Hope she soon gets better
And out of hospital the doctors let her,
Else we'll have to get 'er
Likkul lil went up the hill
to have her 'citis snipped
i was home, watching
and had another
-Pierce the Pirate
You have to feel sorry for Lil
As the NHS tightens its grip.
I hope Declan can cure her ills
Even though he's just a big Drip.
Lil's still stuck in hospital;
I'm sure she's finding it dull.
But once she's through this Purgatory
She'll still spend time in Hull...
-Ivan the Terribly Average
To be sung as a round:
Auntie Giggles, Auntie Giggles,
We miss you, we miss you -
Do not press the button! Do not press the button!
Tee hee hee. Tee hee hee.
So here's a toast to Auntie Giggles
Button pusher extraordinaire
No longer locked inside the shuttle
She now resides in sick bay where
She'll soon be cured and laughing, but'll
...(sorry, I can't read these squiggles)
She's got a pain has our poor Lil,
She's really feeling a little ill,
So Bel said could we send a poem,
To cheer her up till she comes home.
We're thinking of you day and night,
You've given us an awful fright,
But postings from the Prof and Vicky,
Say you're feeling a bit less "icky",
So Get Well Soon,we're missing you,
It's awfully quiet,here on Hootooo!!!
From afar I'll send another hug
Till we sit together again over a jug.
Get well soon!
So quiet is hootoo without lil
come soon back without the ill
sending good vibes
hoping the ill will wipes
It is so hard to find the words
To tell her how I really feel.
I'd write a verse or two for Lil
If I was sure 't won't make her worse.
Lost the nicest ACE here?
I'll never fear
Lil'll soon be back, and spreading her good cheer
-Axi and Boris
Lil Lil took a pill,
Twice as big as Malvern Hills,
When the pill began to work,
Lil Lil came to lurk!
Poor old Lil
I hear she's ill
So she's not around to delight us
It's not much fun
For her poorly tum
But she's got a cute Pendacitis
-Br Evadne Cake
Our lil is cared for by the nurses, keeping her ok
And we show care with random verses, be it night or day.
We do our best to make her giggle, keep her spirits up.
The nurses tell her not to wriggle- try to shut her up!
I want again to hear that "i yam here"
I want to read about those "likl legs"
I want to see those happy "giggles" dear
I want again to read more poems like:"sometimes...."
There's much upset across the 'net
And all the sound of cries and wailing
Texting, phoning, posting, mailing
Thrumming of hi-tech devices
Sending news of woe and crisis
Can just about replace the sound
That's missing while Lil's not around
I'd write a bit more poem
But my head can't find a verse
That says Lil soon get better
without her feeling worse.
I've tried the works of Shakespeare
Milton, Wordsworth, Donne
I've scratched the stains upon my vest
You can smell I've tried each one
But none of them give rise to rhymes
There's nothing in my head
So have a little to sniff
While lying in your bed.
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