Oh whats the matter with me
Why am i feeling so fatigued
The brain is a fog
I can"t walk the dog
Then i get muddled and it"s a fact
Don"t know where i"m going or how to get back
I feel so tired i cannot describe
And no longer go outside
I ache allover and it wont stop
Think i"d better see the doc
So off we go the wife and i
I can barely manage a smile
First he looks at my chest
Then sends me off for some tests
Poked and prodded whats been done
They even looked up my bum
Two years later and guess what
I get a call from the doc
A.P.S. is what you"ve got
And like it or not your blood tends to clot
Feelings of dread race around my head
Now i cant think am i on the brink!
Then YIPPEE i say halfheartedly
You"ve now found out whats wrong with me
Buts that"s not all he says with ease
There"s possibly another disease
So now i feel so dismayed
To know ill be poked and prodded again
But i must not be so glum
Cause they"ve already looked up my bum
So ill plod on and wait and see
What next they"ll find that"s wrong with me.
Hope you enjoyed and had a giggle written by Dexters dad
Regards Dexters