She said, “It’s just
A little sting,”
And that I wouldn’t
Feel a thing!

Her soothing voice,
A little course;
A needle sized
To treat a horse!

I told the threatening
White-clad elf;
That she could just
Go stick herself!

My doctor never believes
Anything that I say.
She asks me how much I weigh,
Then weighs me anyway!

I really must be important!
When I got my hospital bill,
It seems that every doctor there
Had treated me while I was ill!

While cotton swabs and aspirin,
And lotions for my feet and hands,
Showed no expenses had been spared,
They must have used imported brands!

Sometimes I think Doc Jones is not too smart.
He often ignores the things that he sees
He treated Lee twelve years for jaundice
He never noticed that Lee was Chinese.

He doesn’t smoke, he doesn’t drink,
Such habits he has soundly booed.
Just as you think he’s one smart guy
He goes and gets himself tattooed.

There is just nothing one can do
That can make him seem more stupid,
Than a tattoo that says “MOTHER,”
Or hearts and a little Cupid.

You think decisions he has made
Have in the past been very wise,
And then he goes and has two rings
Implanted right above both eyes.

He’d climbed the ladder of success
But he’s back at the bottom rung.
His words are slurred, he can’t talk right.
He’s got a stud stuck through his tongue.

Some dumb mistakes can be erased.
His piercings Nature can undo
But one stupidity he can’t fix.
He’s stuck for life with that tattoo!

If you think tattoos are so cool,
Then answer this to prove you do.
To choose a surgeon for yourself,
Would you pick one with a tattoo?