I want to see you tomorrow, said the Doctor on the phone <br />And bring your wife along, because you won't be driving home! <br />A deep depression came over me, memories of the past <br />I was going to get reamed again! i knew it wouldn't last <br /> <br />Nothing to eat or drink, have i made that clear! <br />I want your passage's squeeky clean, i might even do a smear <br />I want you sideways on the bed, looking at the screen <br />You can watch it on the tv, or shut your eyes and dream <br /> <br />I know you seen the video! and pain relief I'll give <br />But i might be there for a while, cos your bum is like a sieve! <br />Those polyps that i extruded, i may have gone to far <br />I also removed your testicles! thats them in the jar! <br /> <br />A look of horror came on my face, he said I'm having you on <br />I'm a profesional surgeon! , don't worry about it son! ! <br />I didn't believe a word he said, because he was not sincere! <br />Then he shoved a drain pipe up, it was then i shed a tear! <br /> <br />I saw my bum's inside, there upon the screen <br />I'd drunk four litres of horrible stuff inside i was pristine <br />Eventually he said enough! I've had my fun today <br />I'll extract my tubes quite swiftly, then you can be on your way <br /> <br />My wife was working that day and i was on my bike <br />I left it in the carpark and begun to hike <br />That seat would have been the death of me, i broke out in a sweat <br />The first car was the surgeons! he said come on lad, in yer get!<br /><br />Bob Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colonoscopy/
