Ode to the 40+ Health Check

Hail to the 4^th decade health check!

Doctor, no need to so prod and peck

To see my body is a wreck

Where’s the secret of eternal youth?

It is sitting naked in a booth

While doctors talk around the truth

In fact, it makes me feel a child again!

To do my weewee in a can

And smiling, pass it to the man

Here you are, insistent quack!

Enjoy these scrapings from my crack

For my torture it’s your payback

Come to think this check’s quite nifty!

My workplace pays so it is thrifty

Can’t wait to see what they’ll do for fifty