
It do seem my digestive track,
Is definitely out of whack.
The sight of blood comes not with glee,
Especially if it's coming from me.
So I rushed right to Emergency,
For them to take a good look-see.
Their investigations were not much fun,
There's nowhere to hide and nowhere to run.
You should see me in a hospital gown,
I look like some big dumb clown.
The gown's design, everybody knows,
Is so everything about you shows.
The nurses kid and joke a lot,
Just before another shot.
While poking' and jabbing' they ask you such,
Does this seem to hurt you much?
The nurses are always very nice,
As long as you take their advice.
Every half-hour they have a test,
Scheduled so you won't get any rest.
Now! My doctor says no more brandy,
Or even bites of chocolate candy.
No more coffee or even caffeine,
No more vices that were so keen.
And no more young girls too,
As I'm not suppose to overdo.
I'm now taking expensive pills galore,
I better get well or I'll have to buy more.
But! Taking antibiotics I do dread,
As it kills the good bacteria that I've bred.
And, Oh! Mama Mia,
There will be six whole weeks of diarrhea!
Diarrhea is not much fun - you know the stories,
So I got me some pain-suppressing suppositories.
I'm staying home and I don't go far,
If I do, I leave the door ajar.