Screen shot of a Dr. that isn’t Patrick Dempsey, but IS very cute and if my computer was working I would have purchased it for use.
Maybe this was Dr. Gall as a little boy?
Dr Hall and Dr Gall/Rx-Rated
Texting is hard,
drawing, too…
But they are my work.
And numbness? It grew…
So I went walk in’
Googley-goo
My friend who painted
his house had it, too.
I shopped around…
and looked over creds.
until I found
Chicago-land threads.
And what a surprise!
Not just tendon strings…
But soft, Rumpled linen,
fine threads & NICE things…
Was Efficient with me.
‘Rambles…,” notes said.
But he listened. Absorbed…
[I’m surprised my mind fed….
…anything sane,
for all I could ponder…
Was ‘if clothes made the man’,
then This Man made Mind Wander….!]
He said ‘You’re older!’
‘You are going to hurt.’
But this didn’t phase me
Eyes… High alert.
In my mind (while I babbled)
My numb fingers twitching…
Oh, to fondle those curls
Would be so bewitching…
But then, time was up.
The X-rays were done.
He prescribed some nerve testing
said “I quit long runs.”
Later, saw notes
“thinks she’s 20 years younger.”
I wasn’t fazed…
more solution to hunger.
Notes said ‘complains of’
[no strokes from my Proctor
for my yoga or running] just
“Stay clear of the doctor!”
There was a follow up
steamy August day.
Now ‘dirty white bucks’ via
Boston-LA.
Yes, here was The Real
McDreamy Midwest.
’Til later I found…
another, same Quest.
To halt the angst of
Head and of Neck…
for when No Sleep,
after work, I’m a wreck.
So one year later,
Dr Gall, coffee date-a
With his wife, I did meet
Knew her, ‘sister’ Theta.
We were waiting in line
in historic gas station
for coffee and scones
…Was it my ‘magination?
Saw Corny, met hub
’love ur wife’, (@ Hat Place).
‘Me 2’ Doc said,
‘when she sits on my face.’
Anne just dismissed.
(They are non-conformal)
…In office and life…
as if it were normal.
I imagined all kinds..
Of performance in tandem…
amongst ‘hipaa’ paper…
X-rays all a’ random.
So, oh Dr. Gall,
talk dirty to your Wife.
And Please, Dr Hall,
give me lashings for life!
For yes, altho’ Doctors
remind us we’re old…
we still must touch base
each decade of Gold…
….-den years-Life is short!
Remind us we’re tingling
in loins … I meant limbs
…. ergonomics ring-ling’lin…
So I will just say
If you are texting away…
and used your Hands
& Knuckles to Play.
Go see my McSteamies
The State Line Men.
Heroes of Carpal
Jus’ Tunnel on in.
And don’t bother rambling,
just get to the point.
‘Right or left quadrant
Numbed by cervical joint.’
But then when he says
what He might do next…
interrupt and say
‘Just send me a text’.
For at times all it takes
for pain to be free
Is Harsh (un)Dressing Down
‘Talk dirty 2 me!’
Disclaimer:
The names of characters in the above geriatric ditty have been changed to protect the innocent. And, if there are any similarities between fictitious characters and actual persons in the Kansas City area, the admin will gladly remove this from site or at least password enable the post. The poet understands there are children and parents and college admissions and weddings and funerals and luncheons and charity benefits and Jr. League to be considered; plus, one day maybe grandchildren, not to speak of our memberships in different orders.
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