If an apple a day
keeps the doctor away
to such proverb
he'd not subscribe
as the income lost
to defray his cost
foolish he would ascribe
and instead
if looking sickly feeling ill
on my deathbed
a home visit plus pill
he'd quickly prescribe
as a patient I used to be
but now a customer that is me
and the Hippocratic Oath
he ducks like a quack
as to quote it he is quite loath
Leukemia boys and
Leukemia girls wave
in hospital volunteers,
as the angels wave
them away.
What is
love?
Beyond
an overpriced
ambulance ride,
and an unnecessary
hospital stay?
The most beautiful things:
summer sweat,
and Rome after
rain.
Inside,
a child draws
a yellow sun
with trembling fingers.
The IV, taped
down like it’s trying
to hold him
there.
Forced positivity.
A heart full of
apathy.
I see that
same world you try
to see with substance sober,
and I’ll be the first to tell you—
it isn’t a
blessing.
God has a
hand-grenade
smile, and it’s
hard to find
the grace
in that.
There’s
6 dead, 4 wounded,
and one on the
way.
What an
unimpressive
collection.
oatmeal and maple syrup
pancakes and blueberries
ice cream with sprinkles
malt-o-meal with bananas
I doctor all of my food
adding chocolate milk and three sugars to my coffee
If there is cool whip, that goes in too
I do not “do” plain.
So, lost your get up and go?
No! can't pay your monthly bills?
Well, there's one drug you should know,
Dr. Will's Energy Pills.
There's no need for you to gripe,
No indeed, says Mister Depp.
Puts the lead back in your pipe,
And the pep back in your step!
Dr. Will will always call,
Once that you are of the mind.
That thru Winter, Spring, or Fall,
Sadly, you've been left behind.
If folks you want to throttle,
Go buy 'em, if you're able.
Cramped in this tiny bottle,
Stamped on a pretty label.
We kept grinning, cuz we chose,
The need to maximize 'em.
By just thinning out the dose,
Then bleed and micro-size 'em!
A discount we will issue,
If used by Second Cousin.
May need to buy a tissue,
Cuz, we'll charge you by the dozen!
girl and her daddy are in the doctor’s waiting room
neither of them appears to be sick
she looks especially well.
Her eyes are bright, and she is moving around like a bubble
She smiles at me and waves.
I wave back, glad to see her.
Maybe they are here for a camp check-up?
She turns and regurgitates all over the seat.
Her father takes his time noticing.
He has been looking at his phone.
To make it on the stage, in this day and age,
I'm convinced, Contacts and Clout are what it's all about.
Woke up this mornin', feelin' all washed out,
went down to the local drugstore, for a bottle of Clout,
the druggist he said, 'Sorry son, we're all sold out.'
Woke up this mornin', feelin' all turned about,
went to my family Doctor, gotta have a bottle of Clout,
he said, 'Ya gotta go cold turkey, you'll have to go without.'
There's no doubt about it, I need a bottle of Clout,
gonna shout about it, 'What d'ya think I need?
'Well, yes indeed, I need me a bottle of Clout.'
Woke up this mornin', feelin' such self-doubt,
went to the nearby Grocer, said, 'Gimme a bottle of Clout.'
She said, 'I'd like to help ya boy, but now, ya just struck out.'
Woke up this mornin', feelin' all burned out,
went to the downtown Dealer, to score a bottle of Clout,
he said, 'You're outta luck man, there's none of it about.'
Yeah, it's an affliction, wish I could lose,
it's my addiction, I got them mean ol' bottle of Clout blues.
My doctor is a man of charm and wit.
Smiling, he told me I was dying
and just to prove he wasn’t lying
cancelled my next day’s visit.
I met a retired Soldier,
I met a retired Doctor,
I met a retired Teacher—
But I’ve never met a retired Preacher.
I learnt what respect truly means,
The weight of pain and quiet devotion,
The love behind being a soldier—
Dying for a nation that might forget you.
Even retiring feels like a battle won.
The Doctor too saves lives,
Sweating with a racing heart,
Carrying the hopes of a whole family,
Knowing they believe: “He will save them.”
And bearing the pain of saying,
“I’m sorry… we lost him.”
The Teacher was only loved
By the students inside the classroom.
Underrated by both government and community—
Yet holds the power to change them both.
Still, he shapes tomorrow with a parent's care.
The Preacher is like a debt collector.
His sainthood makes him almost divine.
He leads with calm and faithful words—
Gaining little bits here and there,
While the believer holds onto every promise.
So, I chose to learn.
To grow into a Teacher,
To be loved by my students,
To shape a world we all dream of.
And through the Preacher—
To learn how to give hope.
My doctor is like no other,
he treats me like a brother.
Never unfair nor dishonest
in diagnosis or prognosis;
he tells me all just as it is –
a trait he’s known for best.
During my recent physical,
with expertise and acumen,
he revealed nothing amiss,
my health sound and admirable.
And with beaming pride
of a respected professional
said I’d make a fine specimen
in formaldehyde.
Most people don’t know what to be when they grow up.
I’m three years old and I know what I want to do.
It’s something I’ve known since my very first checkup.
My Mommy’s a nurse and I want to be one, too.
In the middle of the night, my tummy was hurt,
So I went to my Mommy’s side of the bed.
I grabbed her sethopope and put it under my shirt.
Yep, I was right. I knew it all along in my head.
With healing hands and hearts so bright,
They stand for us in darkest night.
Through trials fierce and battles long,
Their courage sings a steadfast song.
In sterile halls where pain resides,
They fight for life on shifting tides.
Through weary eyes and sleepless calls,
They answer when the helpless falls.
A stethoscope, their mighty sword,
A voice of hope, their true reward.
They mend the wounds, they ease the pain,
Yet seldom do they once complain.
On this day, we bow in grace,
To those who heal, to those who chase
The specter dark of death away,
And gift us yet another day.
So let us cheer, let us proclaim,
The ones who serve in love’s pure name.
For doctors stand, through thick and thin—
A world of hope, because of them.
Happy World Doctors' Day!
A Doctor of proctology
I can spot them a mile away
with or without the hats
nor the Nazi salutes
they may love their dogs to the max
canines won’t paw out their faults
Oh what stories vets could tell
the owners be in prison
or dropped down where they belong in hell
Some fellas and some gals are just plumb mean
and sadly some are deranged and some scream.
Seems like a certain syndrome
is screwin’ with your genomes
and sure would explain that mutant dumb gene!
Written: March 2025
Doctor Duck could not cluck
Whenever he tried, he was out of luck
So he bought bread
Brioche, Baguette, White, and Grain
He'd wake up covered in crumbs
Looking like one of the bums
His wife left him because he spent his paycheck on bread
Doctor duck sure was out of luck
He'd lost it all, every single buck
Doctor Duck was fired
He was always tired
So he worked at the grocery store
All the bread he could want, and more
Just stock the shelves with food
And He'd be good.
Let's motivate ourselves with our dreams,
In the fields we’ve chosen, following our streams.
Want to become a doctor like me?
Oh, I aim to save lives, that’s the key.
An engineer? To create something new,
I'll have no regrets, only victories to view.
A chartered accountant? Tough, but funny,
One day, you'll manage all the money.
Remember your dream, hold onto your goal,
Believe you’re the best for your role.
If the world calls you foolish for a fall,
Know it’s the start of your success call.
Wait for the movie of life to unfold,
And soon, they’ll call you wise and bold.
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