I know what is best for me.

narrative verse in rhyming quatrains

I know what is best for me.

 

I did not think I’d live to see.

Three quarters of a century.

But I’m still here hale and hearty.

I shouldn’t be statistically.

The doctors make me furious

and not a little curious.

They say they what’s best for us.

To me it’s very obvious

 

They have convenient memories.

As they promote their theories

 of things they say will damage us.

I find it frankly ludicrous

 

I started smoking when I was ten.

Doctors advising way back then

 to anyone who would listen.

Smoking did no harm to men.

 

But this is now and that was then.

The modern breed of medicine men

 Have changed what they believe again

Admitting they were mistaken.

 

If they were wrong back in the past

And those beliefs are over cast.

They may have got it wrong again

 I wonder why they can’t explain.

 

Why I should believe their views.

I find they are of little use.

They change their minds too frequently

I am entitled to refuse.

 

I disregard their theories.

I choose to live the way I please.

I smoke and drink because I choose.

A gamble I can win or lose.

 

When I reach my centenerary

I will review most probably.

The latest views of medicine men

I have no doubt they’ll change again.

 

Thursday, 26 August 2010

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[R J Askew]

Cheers to that! And a plague on all who continually tell us how to live.