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August 16, 2008


My last blog went over pretty well, so I thought I'd let you check out a little something I wrote probably 20 years ago.  It was funny then, but as the years go by, it becomes more and more true.

And yes turnems, I am a biker and I do write poetry. Kind of a jack-of-all-trades (or is it Jack-off-of-all-trades?)

Why I Hate to Go See the Doctor

There's a pain in my side,

I see spots in my eyes,

And I've got a nasty rash,

On the inside of my thighs,

There's a rather large bump,

On the back of my head,

And when I wake in the morning,

My toes feel dead.

Sometimes I cough,

Sometimes I sneeze,

And when I take deep breaths,

Sometimes I wheeze.

My hands always tremble,

My kindneys are in pain,

My knuckles always hurt,

Just before it rains.

It's only my life,

I wish to prolong,

What if I go see the doctor,

An he finds something wrong?