Ultra sound


One and a half pints fit to burst
So ensure that you quench that thirst,
But holding all that fluid in
Is a urological sin.
You have to sit there and you pray
You don’t soak the seat with the spray,

Called into a small, darkened room
Welcomed to your future doom,
You lie on your left hand side.
Cold jelly that I cannot abide,
You wonder what they may have found
Inside with secret ultrasound.

It seems they gave a good ‘all clear’,
Vaporising that chilling fear.

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