After every single blood test
My doctor asked for more
Three within a fortnight
I was keeping score
Finally I got a text
Doc would like to see
Me at his surgery
When convenient that might be
So off I went to see him
Wondering yet again
Which part of me had dropped off
Or had started to complain
This time it was my kidneys
Complaining of their lot
Too much salt they're saying
And happy we are not.
Now one thing that I never do
Is put salt upon my food
Except for one exception
To which I'll now allude
But first I ask the question
As a tear from my eye drips
Can life be worth still living
Without salt and vinegar on my chips?