I had to go and see my Doctor For I was feeling rather dõwn He took one look and said to me You need to go out on The town.
He asked are you a heavy drinker And do you drink alot of wine I said whisky is my tipple My preference every time.
He asked if I drink it often I replied every single night He laughed and said don't worry That's perfectly alright.
He asked me what's my favourite blend I said the Scottish highland malt That's what they recommended So the drinkings not my fault.
He asked do you eat much greasy food Now that's something I can't deny He suggested cooking frozen chips They take less time to fry.
I asked Doctor what's your verdict Is there anything you can do He replied go out and have some fun We are humans and our years are few.
So i am glad that I saw my Doctor Now I am happy and I'm pleased So go and see your Doctor He will put your mind at ease.
I have a blood presure check tommorow If my blood pressure is the same as last month It will be a blood test.this poem is my way of dealing With going to the Doctors.The sad news is my imaginary Doctor Has taken early retirement, I don't no why.