Very Bad Poetry

Never go visit my doctor with one problem alone.
Save up all my problems for the day then I go.
Finally the call me back to the holding pen.
I disrobe the girl comes in.
Shocked she ask why I have no clothes on.
Oh, I'm here to see the doctor.
I see. What seems to be the problem?
I have a itchy asshole.
And my erection won't go down.
I'm here to take your temp.
Shall I bend over and spread my cheeks?
This temp. can be done touching your forehead.
No! Not the forehead of your penis.
And watch were you swing that thing.
Doctor wants you to put on a gown.
I can't I allergic to fabrics.
But you came in with clothes on?
No I left them in my car.
You can't wear clothes?
Not in front of ladies.
The doctor refuses to see you till you put a gown on.
Seems you come in all the time with a itchy asshole.
Doctor said she checked out your asshole last visit.
And you farted in her face.
It was beans,, sorry.
You can pick up your scripts and leave.
Oxicotin, Valium, Soma, Dextramphetimine with 10 refills.
Just go away doctor orders.
Can I have some pussy?
Okay but just a quickie alright.
Tell the doctor I really like her.
You bastard she is married.
Hey, rings don't plug holes.
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bobby

note; damn I am tired. Guess it shows. Fort Stocton to Fort Worth in 6 hours.

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: