A Visit To The Idiom Doctor
Doctor, I asked.

Do I still have the heart of a lion

And nerves of steel?

Is my mind like a razor

And my grip like a vice?

Do I have the eyes of a hawk?

Can my ears hear a pin drop?

Do I have an iron fist?

Is my foot loose and fancy free?

Is my tail bushy

And my skin as tight as a drum?

Does my upper lip remain stiff?

Can I still shake a leg,

Smiling with teeth like ivories,

While my tongue is in my cheek?

Or is there too much skin off my nose

Now cut off to spite my face.

Does my blood boil?

Is my memory like a sieve

And are my nerves just a bundle?

Am I weak at the knees

And my legs like jelly?

Are there are butterflies in my stomach?

Is there a chip on my shoulder?

Are my feet cold?

Is there a lump in my throat?

Do I have butter fingers

And two left feet?

Is my heart broken?

So doctor, let me know.

Am I as fit as a fiddle?

Or soon to be as dead as a doorknob?
['Robert Brice']
['Doctors', 'Poetry', 'Covid 19']