Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
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.
0
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC
,Go and see your Doctor.
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.
christopher-victor-russon
Written by
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem