You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is
essential
To build it up very
gradually
But by the third week
It started to get hard
As that’s when I
started trying
To put on the leotard
You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is
essential
To build it up very
gradually
But by the third week
It started to get hard
As that’s when I
started trying
To put on the leotard
I’m overweight I know
But it’s not my fault
though
It’s because of the
surgeries
Replacing my hips and
knees
It’s the fridge magnets
you see
They keep attracting
me
The NHS has plans to save money
And many are opposed
to the suggestion
The Obstetricians feel
that the government
You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is essential
To build it up very
gradually
So, for the second
week
I’ve begun to do a
little more
I’ve started driving
past
A sporting goods store
My doctor was very frank
When discussing my
fitness
He said to me without
humour
“What fits your busy
schedule best?
Exercising for one
hour each day, or
Being dead for twenty-four”
If you put a tomato
On top of your
knickerbocker glory
Instead of a cherry
It counts as a salad; well, that’s my story
My doctor was very unfair
He said that the
handle on my reclining chair
And my TV remote
control device
Are not sufficient
forms of exercise
The NHS has plans to save money
And there has been
opposition all right
But the
Gastroenterologists
Don’t have the stomach
for a fight
You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is
essential
To build it up very
gradually
So, for the first week
I am watching sport on
TV
In regard to the state of good health
The fact that you
cannot deny
Good health is just
the slowest speed
At which we will
eventually die
The NHS has plans to save money
As they are strapped
for cash
The plans have got up
the Allergists noses
And Dermatologists
think them rash
Mary, lady with the malady
The marmaladie lady
M’lady marmalade
Mary the marmaladie
lady
Sir Cumference of Camelot
Could eclipse the sun
in the sky
With the bulk of his
obesity
Though he didn’t know
why
His physician warned
him that
Left unchecked he
would die
But he had a hearty
appetite
And that was the
reason why
Sir Cumference of
Camelot
Could eclipse the sun
in the sky
And the immensity of
his girth
Its flu jab season again
But I always give them
a pass
I self-medicate with
alcohol
It really is first
class
So just say to the doc
When he starts to tut
That a shot in your
glass
Is better than one in
the butt
My doctor advised me to
Take regular exercise
Eat more fruit
And get plenty of
fresh air
So, I have taken his advice
I walk to the pub
I have a slice of lemon with my G&T
And I drink in the
beer garden
I have discovered a great way
To get wrinkle free
skin
I just eat as much as
I want
And the fat fills them
in
An octogenarian visited his doctor
“I think I'm getting
senile” he said
The doctor replied “I
don’t think you are senile
Let’s look for a
different diagnosis instead”
“But I keep forgetting
to do up my fly”
The old man said
“After I’ve been for a pee”
The doctor smiled and
then replied
“Not opening your fly
before you start, that’s senility”
I lie awake in the wee small hours
Unable to just drift
away
My mind is constantly
replaying
All the events of the
day
I’ve tossed and I’ve
turned
I even counted sheep
for a bit
Now I find my foot has
gone to sleep
And I long to catch up
with it
“You have an irritable bowel”
My doctor told me
today
It didn’t surprise me
at all
It was inevitable in a
way
Because I’m a very
irritable man
Harsh but true I would
say
So why should my bowel
Behave in any other
way
Big man
Strong man
Barrel chested
Smiling faced
Hearty man
Where have you gone?
I watched you get into that bed
A few short weeks ago
But you have disappeared
And I don’t know when you went
Your laughter was first to go
That fruity chuckle
That warmed and cheered
Fell silent first
Then your conversation
Once a source of knowledge
Wisdom and sardonic wit
Dried up like a drought-stricken lake
Your sentences grew shorter
Disjointed and inarticulate
Until they were no more
Then you began to fade
Like a picture going out of focus
When you opened your eyes
And I looked in them
I saw no one looking back
The spark had gone
You had gone
When had you gone?
We didn’t say goodbye
As I looked at the withering shell
In its unconscious state
I heard the groans, as the pain cut deep
Through the morphine
In the slow agonizing transition
From man to corpse
I cannot pick the moment
At which you were no more
But it was days before rather than hours
When the essential you left
When that which made you, you, was no more
I hoped you were not in there
Suffering
Dying by inches
God, I hoped not
What savages we are
To inflict this end on a human being
We would not do it to our favourite pet
We would not treat a dog like this
Yet I let it happen to this man
What indignity
What inhumanity
What kind of son am I?
I will not go this way
I will not fade away
I will not vanish
Before my loved one’s eyes
I will say my goodbyes
I will smile before I go
I will go on my terms
I will go by my own hand