Tremor Tantrums

It’s bad news if you’ve got Parkinson’s,
In lots of different ways,
But what occupation would be difficult,
If a bad tremor came your way?

I suppose if you’re a Painter,
And your subject’s sitting still,
Instead of a great portrait,
Call it abstract that’s the drill.

Now a Decorator’s not a Painter,
Unless you’re Michelangelo,
If you specialise in ceilings,
Poor paint work is going to show.

What if you were a Conductor?
Not on a bus, not anymore,
But of a philharmonic orchestra,
Duff notes, you’ll be shown the door!

If you’re Ground Crew at an airport,
With those things like ping-pong bats,
Sending planes to wrong gate numbers,
Ground Controllers having spats.

Or an Army Major-General,
Pointing to a campaign map,
Sending troops in wrong directions,
Invade ourselves, ‘There’s a good chap!’

At least there’s one thing that we’re good
at,
With our Parkinsonian shake,
We can always make great cocktails,
Let’s celebrate for goodness sake!