Ode To The Thyroid Poem by jack frost

The thyroid is such a funny thing wrapped inside your neck
I’m strong I’m tough I’m young and bold so thyroid…..what the heck
It won’t stop me from doing well and living life in full
It’s such a tiny little thing who said it had to rule

I don’t see why I feel so cold my fingers hurt like mad
I don’t see why I feel fatigue why is it so so bad
Why is that I fall asleep at every given chance
The muscle cramps the tired legs the sickly looking stance

I would get help for all these things but my memory lets me down
I m going mad it’s just not fair I forgot the way to town
My minds a fuzz my hair is thin my nails a breaking fast
The lack of hair around my eyes gives everyone a laugh

Please doctor can you help me now as I really feel so sad
You call me in and look away you think I’m going mad
The test are taken all sent off, now its time to wait
At last there is a reason something I can hate

And hate you very much I do for months of grief and strife
For all the days you made me bad to both my kids and wife
You will not win this battle now as I have all the facts
But hell it’s hard to fight this thing and get myself on track

So all of you both young and old take heed and listen good
You can’t ignore your body’s voice even if you could
Oh so fast things slow down you don’t see what it is
Your thyroids got you by your throat yes you! Not mine, not his.