'hello dr howe'
'oh no not you again
whats matter with you now? '
'its me varicose veins
they're playing me up
causing lots of pain'
'this lady is corrupt
always the blooming same
let me have a look then'
legs were spread apart
doctor said 'amen'
she offered apple tart
'gosh they look horrific'
'now can you check my heart'
'but this tarts terrific
what a culinary art'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem