My doctor diagnosed me so well
The pharmacist sent me to Hell
The heat cured my joints
Despite devilish taunts
So we’re off for a weekend in Rhyl

The doctor  has grown a new beard
He looks more mature than we feared
He asks pointed questions
And then  makes  suggestions
I feel that my pain is  less  here

Why do we need doctors today
Is it insufficient to pray?
I don’t fancy radiation
How about recreation
Just do it  and noone will pay