A salute to my colonoscopy, and the condition under which I’ll be experiencing it.
(To be sung to the tune of “Anatevka” from Fiddler on the Roof.)
Slow and dirgey
Here we go, down we go
I think I’ve been this way before...
Go to sleep
As they go up through my back door…
Blissfully unconscious while they’re
Hoping waking up won’t be so
I believe in anesthesia
Give me more
Make me snore
Pill, needle, mallet – knock me out
So long, folks. I’m off to Nowheresville.