Injection poems

THREE KIDS AND INJECTIONS 

1st Kid

When I grow up I'll be a doctor,
I'll be in charge of injections.

Every kid'll be screaming his head off !

I'll jab the needle in -
slam the plunger down -
count to a billion -
yank the injection out,

then ask, 'It didn't hurt, did it ?'

That's how I've just been tortured,
look at my arm - it's bruised,
the pain'll never stop !

2nd Kid

I'm a secret agent about to be tortured,
I can not tell the nasty woman a thing.

I'm led in and sat down,
she produces a big needle,
jabs it in my arm -
it's so painful I want to scream,
but I smile instead
and say nothing.

As I can't be tortured she lets me go,
I march out a great hero.

3rd Kid 

Whats all the fuss ?
I had the injection,
it didn't hurt.
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WHAT I SAID TO GET OUT OF INJECTIONS

no way I'm having that needle in me
whats wrong with being sick ?
endless throwing up
skin turning green
hands arm legs falling off
kidneys heart liver brain exploding
ain't even scary
do I look like a chcken ?
so won't need an injection thank-you
Conar your turn
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BRAVE THIS TIME

I got a needle in my arm
I was strong, brave  calm
I didn't scream. shout, or swear
and didn't cry a single tear
but next time someone sticks a needle in me
I'll bite her
you'll see

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