An army Major visiting the sick army men, went to one soldier and asked, 'What's your problem, Soldier? ' <br />'Chronic syphilis, Sir.' <br />'What treatment are you getting? ' <br />'Five minutes with the wire brush each day.' <br />'What's your ambition? ' <br />'To get back to the front, Sir.' <br />'Good man, ' said the Major. <br /> <br />He went to the next bed, 'What's your problem, Soldier? ' <br />'Chronic piles, Sir.' <br />'What treatment are you getting? ' <br />'Five minutes with the wire brush each day.' <br />'What's your ambition? ' <br />'To get back to the front, Sir.' <br />'Good man, ' barked the Major. <br /> <br />He moved to the next bed where Santa was lying and asked, 'What's your problem, Soldier? ' <br />'Chronic gum disease, Sir' <br />'What treatment are you getting? ' <br />'Five minutes with the wire brush each day.' <br />'What's your ambition? ' <br />'To get the wire brush before the other two, Sir! '<br /><br />Edwin Drood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chronic-disease-a-not-so-funny-story/
