Quick, I Need a Doctor

At the doctor’s office, I had to fill out forms, Showing gory details—infirmities and norms. They said, “Take a moment to furnish what we ask. Just tell us your condition, and your family’s past. Did your ancestors carry some dread disease? Like hardened arteries or painful swollen knees?” Reluctantly, I listed the sick and the lame, All of my progenitors since the Mayflower came. About three hours later, with pages by the score, Intense pain seized me, and I passed out on the floor. Then I heard someone say, and much to my sorrow, “It’s time to close today. Please come back tomorrow.”