It’s not okay a heavy make-up
Ahead of a medical check-up
And - please believe me-it’s a up:
If doctor is handsome “a set up!”
It’s a patient’s right: a good make-up
Before a booked medical check-up
But some medic for sweet face “Thumbs up!”
While Mascara could a check-up screw up…
At last, somebody shall be tensed up
The medical check-up time used up!”
We should image what next might crop up:
Perhaps, one’s husband with gun “Hands up!”
Boyfriend “Smart Baby this game is up…”
Smart baby like a bridge to blow up!
He was a temporary hookup
He went out like a garbage pickup
He was ugly at most
Tasted burnt like toast
Soon I'll need a medical checkup
It's that time in life where a letter arrives
every year for my medical tests,
and the gadgets are showing just how I am going
but leave my nurse not too impressed.
Sphygmomanometer is the machine that checks
how my blood pressure's going,
I mention it since it may be the first time
that you've seen the word used in a poem.
My body mass index was eight points too high,
not quite enough to be a killer,
but seemingly it's enough to qualify
for a job as a part time Gorilla.
One of her questions is how much I drink
since too much can be terribly bad,
but since I'm not hooked up to a Polygraph
I feel I can lie just a tad.
Cholesterol level is high, she tells me,
and that is what worries me most,
since just one small sample of blood would be ample
to spread with a knife on some toast.