by Wendy Pike
A good friend of ours who’s sociable and fun but also a bit of a ditz,
Faced the embarrassment of a medical examination of his nether bits.
At the appointment he lay on a hospital couch, fretful, full of trepidation.
A place designed strictly for egress not ingress was under investigation.
The doctor clearly instructed ‘squeeze my index finger, hard as you can’
Firmly gripping her nearest digit, he did so, being such an obliging man.
‘Good Job,’ she said. ‘But let’s try it again - this time use my other forefinger!’
She’d meant the gloved one lodged where fingers ordinarily oughtn’t to linger.
About the author
Wendy writes copy, newsletters and press releases in her day job and explores her interest in reading and writing creative non fiction in her spare time. A few of her life writing stories and a couple of poems have previously been published by CafeLit.
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