Colonoscopy Poem by colinb bradley

Colonoscopy



COLONOSCOPY
Things are grim,
Needle invades skin,
Lights go dim,
Hole is thin,
Through the rim,
Camera goes in,

Feels like sin,
Colon is king,

Hear me sing,
Because I win.
Colin Bradley.

Monday, July 7, 2014
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