Today's my 30th birthday,
and I feel just like I'm dead,
so I went to see my doctor,
and here's just what he said:
'Robert,
your heart is strong and healthy
though it skips a dozen beats,
your eyesight's 20/20,
right up to several feet,
Your blood tests look all normal
though your platelet count is low,
so stay away from razors
and don't ever pick your nose!
Your weight looks really perfect
though you've gained a hundred pounds
so keep on eating whoppers
til you sink rite in the ground'.
'Doc, all this news is really great
and puts me in the mood,
to run the New York marathon
and grab 10 big Macs too!
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