Anon's Register

Dolts prefer to live in doubt
That’s not how I’m goin’ out!
Fore it’s red or even swollen
Have a sawbones check my colon
On my face, no fear is shown
“Come on, Doc, drive me home!”
Grab the scope to peer inside
Inner ulcers e’er hide
Thrust the tube and then inflate
Eye where polyps congregate
Surgeon hums to ‘Auld Lange Syne.’
Stickin’ it where the sun don’t shine
In the end, I’m taken in
Big-ass fee to my chagrin