Sports Doctor Poem by Dmitry Garanin

When I've hit you hard with a tennis ball
On a side of your head,
I was really sorry.

You've had a lot of pain in your eye
And I've promised you to never again strike
When you are in the ball's way.

Now, a couple of years later,
You are telling me when your blood pressure mounts,
Your eye becomes red.

What an interesting effect!
It appears that I've provided you
With a blood-pressure measuring device!

I wonder how much could I charge you for that?

Even I could consider obtaining a doctor's licence,
To get some cash
And to make people's life better.

16 February 2013