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This flippin' HRT?I have a little problem, And didn't know what to do, Then I had a brain-wave... And decided to ask you! You know me little problem? Well of course you do! You're the one that's fixing it! That's why this poem's for you! I'm on this HRT thingy, And I stick them on me bum, But now I've got a worry, And got a phone call off me mum! Twice this week on the telly, It's been on about HRT, It's bad for this, bad for that... So does that mean it's bad for me? They told me I had to go on it, And yep, I sure did that! But now I'm feeling worried... And I'm feeling rather flat. 'You're at risk!' They told me, 'And you need HRT!' So I said ok, and that was that... And it's hormonal now I be! But oh flippin' eck Dear Dr, Just what can one do! I'm up the pole, me heads a mess, So now I'm asking you! Am I at risk with HRT...? Or am I at risk without? Come on Doc, I'm begging you, Please, please, help me out! I'm hearing conflicting stories, But I really have to say, As long as I know it's the right thing to do, Then on HRT I'll stay! HRT for or against! And do I have to worry? What about the scaremongers? They're causing such a flurry! This flippin' HRT thingy, Has got me head up the wall... I didn't know what to think, So I decided to give you a 'call!' Oh dear me, Dear Doctor... Just what can the matter be? This kid Catherine here... Has a problem with her anatomy! Now as you're such a learned lad, Please kid, help me out! Cos after all, when said and done... You're the one with clout! And anyway, next to God... You're his number one mate! He told me so! He likes good people! So you're on the top of his list! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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