by W.H. Auden
Give me a doctor, partridge-plump
Short in the leg and broad in the rump,
An endomorph with gentle hands,
Who'll never make absurd demands
That I abandon all my vices,
Nor pull a long face in a crisis,
But with a twinkle in his eye
Will tell me that I have to die.
A selection of from On Doctoring- stories.poems.essays
1.09.2010
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