Dr Fuh

He was our family doctor for many years

Before, we consulted Dr Tung he hung up his stethoscope, cheers

My sister came up with the find

He introduced himself as ‘Dr Fuh, Dr Pepe Fuh’ he had a corny mind

Apart from his old school humour, had a ready-made template on his computer

Sometimes, we asked him for medical certificates when we were under the weather

Dr Fuh happily obliged, his template reading blank ‘is unfit to work’ insert date here

He would sign the document too easy no need for Tiger Beer

His wife Patty doubles as his receptionist, always polite and smiley

They have one daughter, who owns a pharmacy

The couple have their meals delivered

Attend the Saturday vigil in Earlwood, their faith unfiltered

My ma complimented his new haircut was cool like Pringles

Told her that ‘Big Eyes’ cut it, his hands on his orbs like goggles

Always wore these loose oldies straight cut slacks so historic they required erasers

Two of his countrymen were suspected in Border Security as they wore the same trousers

He lives in Rhodes and studied at a prestigious university

Came to Sydney as a boat person but, through hard work and perseverance, is a success story

Told us he owns the clinic outright

Unlike the rest who rent in the medical centre no spotlight

He has grandkids now and maintained his clinic for decades

Kind, we always brought him goodies when Dad stayed for vacays

Has an accent, unsurprising given he came here as a grown up

To practice medicine, he started from scratch and manned up

He was fun but not as competent as our current physician

We had long stopped consulting him gone was the goofy clinician

Dr Fuh is all fun and games until you migrate to another practitioner

Then he’ll show his hidden manner

In fairness, Patty remained kind and warm

Obviously, we’ve worn out our welcome

I offered my memoir for sale

He turned me down like I was selling an inferior bale

Wasn’t a sport that’s for certain

When spurned he won’t climb another mountain

There was a time when he was our first call

Though insipid, he gave it his all.

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