In A Handbasket

Love to do something naughty Then intone, I'm going to hell for that. It's just that I so hate ambiguity If there is a hell, and it's so hard to avoid it I'd rather have all doubt removed At least then I know the round trips destination. At the hospital once, where we'd taken my mother My dad commented she'd had something Going on in the nether regions, that seemed not right I said, we'd better tell them to check that too She was in the throes of a kidney infection But in the elderly it can resemble Nothing so much, as a stroke Leaving the patient dull, and non responsive So, the young intern came in, pulling rubber gloves Over his hands, telling us we'd have to leave For a minute- the light went on then Inside my head, and I smiled. Listen, I told my dad, We're going to hell for this one... At least this time we were going together.