Patients Dilemma

Its breakfast time  On ward B1 Wonder what they have To fill our tum. Cereals or porridge He says without a smile Croissant today No toast for a mile So croissants we have With butter qnd stuff Ate them with gusto Is one enough? But why oh why Do the crumbs always fall Into our beds Our nighties as well They make us itch As though we have fleas But if they say have another We'd all say "Yes please"" But tonights the night Fish and chips for all four Ate with our fingers Then sleep and a snore.