Sports Doctor Poem by Dmitry Garanin

When I hit you hard with a tennis ball
on the side of your head,
I was really sorry.

You had a lot of pain in your eye,
and I promised you never to strike again
when you are in the ball's path.

Now, a couple of years later,
you tell me
that when your blood pressure rises,
your eye turns red.

What an interesting effect!
It appears that I've provided you
with a blood-pressure measuring device!
I wonder how much I could charge you for that.

I could even consider obtaining a medical license
to get some cash
and to make people's lives better.

16 February 2013