Bhelp Line

Poem By Barry A. Lanier

A little boy swallowed two aspirins, and his mother
was hysterical and frightened, so she called me up
on the phone, asking me 'What shall I do? '
After a minute of hysteria I managed to calm her down
asking her was she ready for the instructions.
She bellowed, 'Please Hurry, Please Hurry! '
I said calmly to the mother, 'Give him a headache! '
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