Medical Findings
There was an old man, to the doctor he went
He needed advice, he needed to vent
He read that he mustn’t have too much to eat
Or his good health, that would surely defeat.
No sugar, but substitutes would be fine
No diet drinks, or beer, or even wine
He stressed out and tried to listen so well
And followed the book, as his friends would tell.
His entire life was spent planning each day
While following every word “they” would say
Then he developed all manner of “ill”
Was sure he was dying against his will.
An autopsy was done, a finding found…
His constant worry put him in the ground!
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