Gave me that gown split in the rear.
Always left me chilled back there.
That liquid diet they put me on:
Juices, gelatin and LUKEWARM tea—
Two days later, my body gurgled!
Gave me a sleeping pill at ten.
Awoke me at midnight sharp,
Just to take those vital sign tests.
Again, at two, four and six o’clock.
Why did they waste that sleeping pill?
They Xrayed me so often, I wondered,
Can I be a photogenic X-ray one?
With all the needles stuck in me,
I felt like I might be a pincushion.
Each time they changed my linens,
They rolled me about like a bag of clothes.
Probably with just as little concern.
Finally, good old “Doc” saved me—
Signing me free to go home.
Now, isn’t my wife the lucky one?
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