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.