MEMORY OF EXAMINATION BY SCHOOL DOCTOR

(Autobiographical)  
 
First time, since I was tot,  
Woman saw what I'd got,  
Who was not a parent  
(Anyway not present).  
 
It was THE medical  
Boys and girls had in full  
At secondary school,  
About which I was cool.  
 
The dawn of puberty  
Had barely rose on me.  
Sex then was all just jokes  
To future women, blokes.  
 
The sixties had just swung  
(Not swinging to us young),  
It was the seventies  
When I faced this 'strip tease'.  
 
We boys soon learned that the  
Doctor would be a 'she'.  
Cue for the joke crackers:  
"She will see your knackers!"  
 
Of this I had no fear,  
Brought no protesting tear.  
Perhaps I was naïve  
Or just would not believe.  
 
The swimming we did there  
Had got me used to bare  
(Apart from the swim kit  
Over my boyish bit).  
 
The day came I was called  
To sick bay, where installed  
With chairs beside a desk  
Doctor stood, matronesque.  
 
She wasn't sexy young;  
More mature, like one's mum.  
In white coat, with hairnet,  
Her shape you could not get.  
 
While she kept her clothes on,  
With nurse to chaperone,  
She told me to strip off.  
That done, she bid me cough.  
 
(I'm paraphrasing here.
Word "undress" I did hear,  
Cough came post-eyesight test  
And stethoscope-on-chest.)  
 
Holding my underpants  
From waist a distance,  
She watched how my bits moved  
(Freedom from rupture proved).  
 
The questions she did ask  
Were but a minor task  
For a pubescent youth  
To give the 'naked' truth.  
 
My answers did impress,  
Then she told me to dress.  
Back into my school day  
I stepped, bits put away.  
 
She was the last woman  
To see us nothing-on.  
The next ones in our lives  
Might be our future wives.