Nan was sick so I packed my bag and caught a train to visit her.
On the train, a bearded stranger asked me where I was going.
To the hospital, my nan is sick, I told him.
That’s very nice, replied the man. You should take flowers.
I knocked on nan’s door and she summoned me with her gruff voice.
Nan, what large arms you have.
All the better to cure me, love.
But nan, you look like a pincushion.
A bearded doctor walked in.
I know; it seems I’ve never had this many pricks at once in my life.