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
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