Hypochondria Poem by Phil Soar

Hypochondria



"The problem is", the doctor said
"That all this stuff is in your head
You're like a Hypochondriac but more so,
Now climb onto the bed
And I'll examine you instead
And see if there's a problem with your torso"

Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nonsense
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