In a hurry this morning — but don’t want to fall behind in my A to Z postings.
A ditty has been running through my head since accompanying my father for his echocardiogram.
The screen looked similar to ones I knew from pregnancy ultrasounds, but no baby..
I had written a more thoughtful piece about a visit to the cardiologist several months ago.
Then I turned the ditty in my head into a bad poem that I posted for a couple of days. Subscribers would have seen it. (And, really, I’m so sorry!)
It was so cheesy that I took it down.
I’d much rather you read “The Cardiologist.”
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Great imagery!
That is creative.
Clever!
You know how to have fun, even with a serious topic. This can be helpful when the stress level is high.
Ha! I like it! That’s a cute little rhyme! 😀
which no one else will see….
I’m glad you liked it. I sometimes wish I wrote real poetry, though, not Dr. Seuss-ish.
You know, Dr Seuss made quite a living and brought joy to a lot of people. 🙂
Real poetry is just what stirs the heart. 🙂