I waddled into a room so bright White walls gleaming like fireflies The doc came in sporting a grin Our annual meeting was ‘bout to begin

He whipped out a ruler Six feet tall And used it to measure my coronary walls “Good job,” he said, nodding his head, “Your heart will keep beating with no pain at all!”

Next came the scale And down came my head “You should go rest,” Mr Doc said, “Your head is so heavy, it’s like weighing lead!”

Now was the worst part Out came his telescope He peered through my eyes To what I try to hide He sighed at me then, shaking his head He pouted his lip, his shoulders did dip “Oh dear, oh dear, why come to me? You can’t come here every year But miss your therapist twice a week!”