The prostate exam is something one must endure as one advances into his later years. I had one this morning and, of course, I had to write about it. There are a couple of places where the language is a bit adult in fashion, so I warn you that if you embarrass easy, you might want to skip this one. I picked this picture because of the look on the patient's face.  Oh and my prostate is fine.Thank you. 

My Trip to the Urologist

I made my yearly trip to the urologist,

Which is much much more fun than the pathologist.

He said, “Hold all my calls,”

As he fondled my balls,

Oh my, I may need a psychiatrist.

He grinned as he pulled on the rubber glove,

Then bent me over the table and stood high above.

I little lube on the finger,

Oh dear god must he linger,

I think he is using his golf glove.

I thought he was done, oh but no sir,

He brought in another just to confer.

Over the table I was bent,

Up my ass they both went,

My prostate is fine they both concur.  

Ken Ferguson