Thought I' let my doctor check me 'Cause I didn't feel quite right All those aches and pains annoyed me And I couldn't sleep at night, He could find no real disorder, But he wouldn't let it rest, What with Medicare and Blue Cross It wouldn't hurt to do some tests. To the hospital he sent me, Though I didn't feel that bad. He arranged for them to give me Every test that could be had. I was flouroscoped and cyctoscoped. My aging form displayed, Stripped upon the ice cold table While my gizzards were x-rayed. I was checked for worms and parasites, For fungus and the crud, While they pierced me with long needles Taking samples of my blood. Doctors came to check me over, Probed and pushed and poked around, And to make sure I was living, They wired me for sound. They have finally concluded, (Their results have filled a page) What I have will someday kill me, My affliction is OLD AGE. Annonymous