OK, so it was time for my second colonoscopy. (def.: Colonoscopy, n. – an examination of thecolon by means of a flexiblefiberopticinstrument[colonoscope]passedthroughtherectum.) Oh, I forgot to tell you – don’t read this while you’re eating. 😂
So: I have taken the liberty of writing a version that is perhaps more current, given these Covid times… My ditty goes like this:
🎶🎵 Vaccinaaation 🎶🎵
It was vaccinaaation, I know, Time for a shot in my arm, for protection Just a little jab, just a tiny stab I was saved by a quickie injection
It was vaccinaaation, I know, A second shot came along three months later Just a little poke, it really is no joke – My arm hurt like a bite from a ‘gator
It was vaccinaaation, I know, Time to get boostered, just for “insurance” Just a little pierce, just a little prick No Covid! For I have resistance! …well, 70% resistance… approximately… they’re not sure…
Twenty-four-year-old me delivered that line with as much indignation as I could muster. I was at the ticket counter to see a movie, “Easy Rider,” which had just opened. It had a restrictive rating – only those who were 18+ years old could see it.