Doctor Doctor
Now feeling under the weather,
Don't you hate these winter chills?
I'm off to see Doctor Doctor,
To get the latest, greatest pills.
I wait for an hour or more,
Then I'm shown to a vacant room.
I hear screams and now I'm left,
With the sense of impending doom.
Another half hour I sit,
When at last, he comes busting in.
He has blood all over his smock,
And wearing a menacing grin.
After checking my height and weight,
A test dummy is what I am.
Why are you sliding on that glove?
I don't need a rectal exam!
So I jumped right off the table,
And flew like a jet out the door.
A close call as I drove away,
But I don't feel sick anymore.
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