I’ve been having a spot of bother
my insides are really upset,
since the NHS is in turmoil
I thought I would try my luck with a vet!
He seemed like quite a nice fellow
as he set out to calm my fear,
though I didn’t think much to the biscuit
or the way he kept rubbing my ear!
My coat he said was quite glossy
and my eyes were bright as could be,
but it was how he took my temperature
that freaked the hell out of me!!
The x-rays were done in a hurry
without a problem or hitch,
the results were quite conclusive,
I wasn’t bad for a very old bitch..
I would need to change my diet,
and be run twice a day in the park,
he said ‘poor old girls getting past it’,
this brought on a growl and a bark.
Well the bill arrived this morning
it made my poor husband frown,
he patted my head rather sweetly
and said it would be cheaper to have me put down!