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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Check-Up

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2509 reads)
My health has never been in question;

The Check-Up

My health has never been in question;
i felt as good as other men,
Until my wife made the suggestion
I have a check-up now and then.
The Doctor fellow fussed  and fiddled
Until I fair got in a fright,
And then his stethoscope he twidd;ed;
Said he: "Do you get up at night>"

"Sometimes," I told him, little thinking,
"I like a bedtime beer or two,
And no once can deny when drinking,
That what you swallow must go through."
He looked at me with sudden bleakness:
"Ah now." says he, "I understand;
What troubles you is prostate weakness,
And I must take your case in hand."

He orders me expensive potions,
Despite I be of little wealth;
And fills me full of fearful notions
Pertaining to my state of health.
He gives me mensuel inspections,
And seems new trouble to provoke,
For now he's talking of injections,
And hell! He says I'm no to smoke. . . .

So lads who hold a hefty neck up,
To sluice a throttle dray as bone,
Don't go to doctors for a check-up.
But jest let "well enough" alone.


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