Poems From Bard to Verse
I scheduled an appointment, the
dermatologist to see
A scab upon my elbow, not a full emergency.
While I was there, I asked if he would check my ankle cyst
He deferred regretfully, not able to assist.
For he stated, while declining, I am a specialist.
I'm sorry, but your ailment, sir, is not found on my list.
I scheduled an appointment for an orthopod to treat
My bulging ankle bone, for he specialized in feet.
And also sought opinion on my chronic burning toes.
I'm sorry sir, I must desist, to solve your many woes,
For elbow bumps and certain pains proceeding from the spine
Are clearly not included in this specialty of mine.
I went to find the doctor who once fixed a hand for me.
Sorry, sir, he now confines his work to hip and knee.
And your orthopedic surgeon is, I fear, no longer here
But thanks you most sincerely for ending his career.
Although my joints are worsening, I would really rather not
Have a different doctor for everything I've got.
Feel my pain and please forgive that I've become a cynic,
Separated limb from limb, dissected by a clinic.
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