The Prostate Poem
It seems rather cold
When a man gets old
And the doctor says, "Here I am
To give you, sir,
An abdomen stir
For it's time for your prostate exam."
There's just something not right
About holding on tight
To the edge of the table when "Wham!"
The doctor takes notes
Of your innards and gloats
While you're having your prostate exam.
But there is no doubt
That the sun shines about
That long finger of Uncle Sam
Once a man is complete
In his yearly retreat
And has finished his prostate exam.
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