The Check-up

Thought I'd let my doctor check meCause I didn't feel quite rightAll those aches and pains annoyed meAnd I couldn't get to sleep at night.

He could find no real disorderBut he couldn't let me restWhat with Medicare and Blue CrossIt wouldn't hurt to do some tests.

To the hospital he sent meThough I didn't feel that badHe arranged for them to give meEvery test that could be had.

I was flouroscoped and cystoscopedMy aging frame displayed,Stripped upon an ice cold tableWhile my gizzards were X-rayed.

I was checked for worms and parasitesFor fungus and the Crud While they pierced me with long needlesTaking samples of my blood.

Doctors came to check me over Prodded and pushed and poked around,And to make sure that I was livingThey wired me up for sound.

They have finally concluded:(Their results have filled a page)What I have will someday kill me,My affliction is .....Old Age.