Checked and Rechecked (m)
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|Thu, 04-24-2003 - 2:08pm|
Cause I didn't feel quite right,
All those aches and pains annoyed me,
And I couldn't sleep at night.
He could find no real disorder,
But he wouldn't let it rest,
What with Medicare and Blue Cross,
We could do a couple tests.
To the hospital he sent me,
Though I didn't feel that bad,
He arranged for them to give me,
Every test that could be had.
I was fluoroscoped and cystoscoped,
My aging frame displayed,
Stripped, on an ice cold table,
While my gizzards were x-rayed.
I was checked for worms and parasites,
For fungus and the crud,
While they pierced me with long needles,
Taking samples of my blood.
Doctors came to check me over,
Probed, pushed and poked around,
And to make sure I was living,
They wired me for sound.
They have finally concluded,
Their results have filled a page,
What I have will someday kill me,
My affliction is OLD AGE!