Doctor Strange Glove

Just last night I awoke from a dream
Sat up in bed and started to scream
Like a funeral pyre
It set my hole on fire
I sure could use some hemorrhoid cream

But I went to the doctor instead 
He told me to bend over the bed
Before anyone knew
It dropped down to my shoe
And sat there looking swollen and red

The doctor said I'll give it a shot
But it's going to hurt you a lot
That's when he scratched his head 
Tossed it up on the bed
And then tied the damn thing in a knot
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