Oh Ipswich Endoscopy, your heroes stand tall,
A sanctuary of care, for one and for all.
In corridors bright, through whispers and cheer,
Your kindness ensures there’s no need to fear.
Joe with a smile, so steady, so true,
Guides us with wisdom, both old and anew.
Claire’s gentle touch, her laughter, her grace,
Turns the tension to warmth in this bustling space.
April, a marvel, so calm, so wise,
With charts and with kindness, she’s quick to advise.
And Debs, with her heart as big as the sea,
Brings comfort and calm, as kind as can be.
Together they plan, together they guide,
With diets and instructions that help you inside.
They manage the steps, from prep to repair,
With diligence, skill, and compassionate care.
“Drink this, don’t eat that,” the instructions arrive,
Yet somehow, they manage to keep spirits alive.
Electrolyte cocktails—oh, what a treat!—
They make it seem easy, no small feat!
The blood pressure check, the monitoring beeps,
Reassuringly steady, while anxiety creeps.
Their words, softly spoken, like balm to the soul,
Gently remind you: you’re safe, you’re whole.
Through humour and warmth, their magic is clear,
Making bleak moments feel far less severe.
Behind every procedure, a mighty great team,
A seamless assembly, a finely tuned dream.
For each name remembered, a dozen unsaid,
From the ones taking notes, to the ones making beds.
A massive salute to this army so grand,
The beating heart of the NHS, hand in hand.
So let’s raise a cheer for the Ipswich crew,
For Joe, Claire, April, Debs, and all who pursue
The mission of healing, with courage and art,
Each one a hero, with the kindest of hearts.
Verbal Alchemy 