Is That Necessary Doctor? Poem by Phil Soar

'Bend your legs up to your chest', my doctor said to me
He put a rubber glove on, and then touched me on the knee
What happened next disturbed me, he fingered my behind
I'd only got a blocked up nose, so maybe he was blind?

I must have screamed a little, as his probing went too deep
I know I will have nightmares and will struggle as I sleep
At least I know my prostrate gland is really all okay
But then the doctor kissed me as he took his hand away

My mind went onto overdrive, as I went in with a cold
I never thought he was that way, or would become so bold
But as I left the surgery, I looked up at his door
The name on their read DR PHEELS, so I wish I'd known before