Wotsit's poetry debut

After a few days in hospital, I'm encouraging Wotsit to do some writing.  We settle on a poem about being in hospital that he can share with his friends at school.  And here it is...

My poo is sloppy
I have to wee in a pot
I sleep on a bed with bars
And it can move up and down
My medicine is disgusting
I eat it on a spoon with a yoghurt
I have a drip
My drip gives me fluids, blood or platelets
I don't need my 'antibotics' anymore
I've had lots of lovely presents and cards
I miss my friends.

Apparently, it was loved by RH!