A question to be answered, please:
Why do most men eschew M.D.’s?
At thoughts of office calls we scoff
unless there’s something falling off.
Sinus pressures, nasty fevers,
failures of most pain relievers,
bellies sad and oozing sores
propel us not through clinic doors.
And if our ankle gets a twist
we hop around and then insist
that it’s improving very well
although, of course, it hurts like hell.
The answer to this riddle, though
is well concealed, yet we all know
that such recalcitrant displays
are just one part of manly ways.
Phil Huffy writes excessively at his kitchen table, lulled by the soft tones of a sleeping Maltese.