12/12/2021
Nearly coming to the end of a year of hard work, my kind thoughtful patients have been giving me lovely gifts to say Thank you. One gift, a poem, bought a tear to my eye and made me feel valued as his Foot Health Practitioner. He allowed me to share this with you.
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Every month she comes to me, as a pre-arranged request
And according to the things she does, she really is the best.
She really is hygenic, more than me, youโll understand.
A mask conceals a pretty face, a plastic bag for waste,
Cream applied, she get to work, never in a haste.
She takes her time, and gets it right, nibbling at the nails
And if she hits a tender point, I reach out for the rails.
Itโs very rare this happens, but my feet were in a mess
Just called her on the off chance, itโs history , the rest
Iโm now completely happy, my faith has been restored.
We chat still, whilst sheโs working, never getting bored
Sheโs like one of the family, a pretty good addition
โCause in her kit is everything, all in prime condition!
Thereโs sanders for the hard skin, and probes to get right under
Every place the problems lay, they all get kicked asunder.
A battery light, a folding stool, and skill beyond compare
To find this all, in one so young, in nothing less than rare.
Itโs time to close this salutation, Iโve got to close this rhyme
Expletives now, are running short, but one more thing this time
Weโll wish her Merry Christmas, and a good new year to boot!
From me, my wife, but mostly, my left foot
Anon