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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