It may have still been winter, but I thought a little break,

Along the shores of Cornwall, was just something I should take.

I found the farthest, far flung spot, away from all and sundry

And thought I'd take a comfy coach, and set off on a Monday.

Ooh! I said as I arrived. I've fallen on my feet.

The hotel view is perfect and I've found the perfect seat.

The dining room was very nice, the staff not in a hurry,

So I tucked into cornish crab, then into cornish curry!

Well, the room was very nice, the mattress very cosy,

Coming with a teasmade and a neighbour not too nosy.

All in all, I settled in, the week ahead went well.

I went on three excursions and found time to sit a spell.

Then before we left for home, I had an early night,

And woke at two, 'all of a do,' my pulse, it wasn't right!

An ambulance was summoned, but it took an hour or more,

The nearest cure, oh, back in Truro, nowhere near the shore.

They were very worried, Pat to Fred, "We'll have to take her."

"No, I've got to meet my coach, no time to meet my maker!"

But we left, of coach bereft, the hospital imparted,

"You're poorly girl, your pulse awhirl, your heart must be restarted!"

WITH WHAT! I was thinking, is it jump leads for a jog?

Or will it be a battery or p'raps a cattle prod!

Before I'd time to ponder, I had been and had come back,

Complete with what I went with, there was nought I seemed to lack!

That's clever, I was thinking, with relief and with a smile.

"I'll go home now," I said, they said, "you'd better stay awhile!"

And so I did, but time has passed, and I'm relieved to say,

I'm feeling so much better than I did that winter day.

It may however be a while before that coach and me,

Return to the land of pasties and cholesterol for tea!