The Doctor As A Teacher Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The Doctor As A Teacher

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From under light pink silken gown
arose, his silly face a grin
Rudolph the red-nose circus clown
and asked about a nip of gin.
He had employed a French curette
to scrape the endometrium
it's where you really have to get
the slightest scrap out of the womb.
I know all you lascivious minds
it was a medical procedure
although he stayed, pulled down the blinds
as after all he was a teacher.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Herbert Nehrlich1 03 November 2005

I am just describing temptation which all doctors are subjected to. Some succumb. Best H

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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 03 November 2005

Herbert....shame on you...dirty old man :)

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