ODE to a Window Glass poem.........?

It happened to me the other day

as I entered the vaulted space

known as the Doctor%26#039;s Office.

There it was.....the pane of glass, separating we patients

from the formidable ladies on the other side.

Separated, I felt as if I had something

contagious......for that pane of glass

signified %26#039;don%26#039;t get too close%26#039;.

My heart skipped a beat,

or two or three.

But that glass was pretty.

Shiny, well polished and clean,

like a babies bottom

after Mom took care of things,

and I enjoyed seeing myself in the glass.

Then, heavens to Betsy, I noticed

a sign below the window. Penciled

nicely with fine printing, in the

darkest and boldest letters,

%26quot;Leave your name at the window%26quot;.

I flipped out. I took a spin out of reality.

I looked again, to make sure.

Yep, that is what it said,

and I began to reason inside,

%26quot;how can a window take my name?%26quot;

Do these windows know how to

write down my name?

Good little windows.

Bless their hearts.

Gotta give them credit ???

ODE to a Window Glass poem.........?

My doctor%26#039;s windows are frosted

and I can%26#039;t see the other side.

I did manage to peep in once

and that nurse was five feet wide!

I slid open the little window

and this is what she said;

You better close that little window

or I%26#039;ll shut it on your head!