Consultation Room

Consultation Room Our organs we disdain Until we have some pain Then begin to learn Let organs respect earn! There’s this red “bean” Fond of giving a spleen Pith can suffer “cones” They call kidney stones. Maligned cirrhotic livers Afflict with painful fevers You may relish one of sheep Yours gives scant sleep! “You’ve got a Big Heart.” Then think you’re smart! There’s fire in the chest You would hardly rest. Diseased swollen lungs Give the worst pangs You sweat all over night Yet shiver with frost bite. When eyes are in pain They see lightning and rain The Pain eyes can lodge You wish them to disgorge. Not least a swollen ear Which no sound will hear It gnaws into your soul Leaving you an empty bowl! “Labour, to an aching tooth “is nothing, I tell the truth!” “You’re good wif no teef “Than wif cyst underneaf!” Cancer of the prostate- Who would aptly relate The worst of all the worse It is a pure human curse! Those who eat so well Call gastric ulcers real Hell Once a morsel you partake, Writhe like a dying snake! And, cancer of the cervix Has Pain with no prefix! The sick that you nurse Suffer agony like a curse. * Whoever is now healthy Is confirmed as wealthy Organ treatment or care All our efforts must dare. Correct thy eating habit Potential throe will inhibit Work till you sweat Disease spurns the heat. Substance use or abuse Condemn it and accuse Cancers that we endure Come from deals impure. Regular checks are noble To detect what may wobble “And rectify the setback “That’ll get ya out o’ track! *** Upon spending a sleepless night with a malignant lung (13/11/2013). JM 14th Nov’ 2013