I gave a little cough when I saw you’d nodded off.
Unexpectedly for a doctor at a consultation.
My symptoms may be boring and common.
But I expected more, although not an ovation.

My jumper up, my pants down.
And you’ve dropped off to sleep.
Legs akimbo and I’m embarrassed.
And there you are, counting sheep.

Sorry to wake you but have a look at this.
My tummy is distended, my thigh red raw.
The base of my back has a nasty rash.
And my nipples are extremely sore.

Yes, I’ll take the tablets and rub on the cream.
I’ll make a note of changes, as you suggest.
Can I make another appointment for next week?
By then I’m certain to be more depressed.