The Doctors

It's such a pain going to the Doctors,
Sitting there, all in a row.
If your not ill before you see him,
You'r bound to catch all sorts,
From head to toe.

When you go to see the Doctor,
All at once; my mind will blow,
Why have I come?, and what for?
My defences are an all time low.

I know it's stress, some kind of nightmare,
With so much on my mind.
Perhaps a pill will bring a solution,
Good job the Doctors patient and kind.

I've got high blood pressure, arthritis and angina
And keep on falling to slep.
How long can I carry on with these symptoms
If I think too deep I'll probably weep.

Written By Keith Rylance
October 1999