Even Doctor’s are my Friend,
For my Health I can Depend.
But I have a Bone to Pick,
A Nice Way – Will Be the Trick.
Exam Rooms are Like a Cell,
Just Can’t say that They are Swell.
Ushered in then Close the Door,
Wait from There – Sometimes a Chore.
Magazines with Turned up Pages,
Old to Oldest are the Stages.
In those Gowns I can’t Relax,
‘Specially With those Breezy Backs.
Tables with that Paper Sheet,
Stick to It is Such a Treat.
As I lie There want to Twitch,
Wish There was a Massage Switch.
Crayons Needed for that Paper,
Proceed with a Drawing Caper.
Maybe Scissors in the Mix,
Make Snow Angels – What a Fix.
Fortnite or Some other Game,
I don’t Really Care the Name.
A Machine to Shine Dull Shoes,
And a Screen to Watch the News.
Last Suggestion – Not Bizarre,
Least should Be a Mini Bar.
Stocked with Stuff that would Omit,
Memories ‘bout My Time to Sit.
Then a Knock comes On my Door,
My Long Wait it Ain’t no More.
I would Do a Belly Flop,
If gave Me a Lollipop!!!!