Ode to the Doctor’s Office
Here I sit so clean and shiny,
Scrubbed and clean from Head to Hinny.
I sit here afraid, split gown all in place.
The doctor comes in, a frown on his face.
He tells me "don’t worry" as he slips on his glove.
I know right away, this is no back rub.
He pushes and prods each little bump,
I inwardly pray, please don’t find a lump.
He works right along his manner so sure,
Then says with a smile, "We may have a cure".
I then get laid down on a bed of cold steel,
Radiated till I think that I’m the next meal.
Before I turn brown, or glow in the dark,
The doctor comes in happy as a lark.
Tells me to get up I can go home,
Continue my life as if nothing is wrong.
I jump and I shout, and run out with glee,
Forgetting the world can see the backside of me.
Ray Kissler © 3-1-99
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