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Colonoscopy
I wait for the doctor,
He is my proctor.
Fearfully I wait,
Anal I hate.
The doctor comes in, a grin on his face.
He looks around and says give me some space.
He picks up a pike,
Looks like a spike.
He applies the lube,
The camera is on a tube.
I lift my legs he spreads my cheeks,
He looks at me and says he's been waiting for weeks.
He inserts the camera,
I lose all my stamina.
He jiggles the stick,
It makes me feel sick.
He ripped it out,
It made me shout.
The doctor looks at me,
He says with glee,
Come again to see me.
He is my proctor.
Fearfully I wait,
Anal I hate.
The doctor comes in, a grin on his face.
He looks around and says give me some space.
He picks up a pike,
Looks like a spike.
He applies the lube,
The camera is on a tube.
I lift my legs he spreads my cheeks,
He looks at me and says he's been waiting for weeks.
He inserts the camera,
I lose all my stamina.
He jiggles the stick,
It makes me feel sick.
He ripped it out,
It made me shout.
The doctor looks at me,
He says with glee,
Come again to see me.
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