Passing out in the doctor’s ofice is a common experience. This poem is from the viewpoint of a child.
I visited the doctor
I was in sad shape no less
I had rash on my behind
What a terrible mess
My stomach was turning
I was nervous as heck
The doctor took 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 little kazoo
Now I am better
There’s no pain in my gut
There is no pain at all
Except in my butt
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