My Trip to the Doctor

by Ralph Randolph Sawyer
(Houston, Texas)

I visited the doctor
I was in sad shape no less
I had a rash on my behind
What a terrible mess

My stomach was turning
I was nervous as heck
The doctor took my blood
And made me a wreck

When I left his office I thought
He must have taken it all
I couldn’t stand up
And passed out in the hall

He could not revive me
But knew what to do
He gave me a shot
In my big kazoo

Now I am better
There’s no pain in my gut
There is no pain at all
Except in my butt