Tum-te-tum

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Tum-te-tum

My doctor talks ever so nicely,
Articulates very precisely;
Attempting to sound nice and chummy,
She always calls stomach, a tummy.
My bottom is never a bummy,  
So why is my stomach a tummy?

She'll talk of my manhood as penis
An accurate term, what I mean is;
Doctor never tries words that are silly,
Like knob, dick or todger or willy.
My bottom is never a bummy,  
So why is my stomach a tummy?

She is erudite talking angina,
Carefully explains a vagina,
Avoiding slang terms, she is fussy,
Don't expect beaver or pussy.
My bottom is never a bummy,  
So why is my stomach a tummy?

Doctor, of course, will know best
So, if you've got a lump on your breast
And you find your world falling to bits,
She won't ask to look at your tits.
My bottom is never a bummy,  
So why is my stomach a tummy?

So tell me Doc, I'm not a dummy,
Give it me straight, please do, lumme
Why do you sound like my mummy
Insisting my stomach's a tummy?
My bottom is never a bummy,  
So why is my stomach a tummy?

29 Comments on “Tum-te-tum

  1. I l;oved the work on this one. Made for a great out loud read. Were it not for the language, one the nieces and grands would roar* over. *roar – laugh uncontrollably.

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  2. Ow, this doctor is just crummy, does she call your finger a thumby? Hope she didn’t charge a large sumie. πŸ˜‚Making me smile 7 days a week. I thought you’d get worse at it not better.

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