Ive coped with this problem for quite some time, and was ready to find a solution to this agony of mine.

I called the doc and an appointment I made.

I might not have been a little embarrassed, but I sure wasn't afraid.

I explained to doc this little problem of mine.

He said, slip into this little gown, everything's going to be just fine.

This little gown, i didn't seem to fit and the part Sticking out was the part where I sit.

I lay there on the table, my backside in the air.

I said, hang on a minute, doc, is that necessary?

Does that part need to be bare?

Oh, he said, this problem we've got, it's really nothing to avoid.

It's really quite simple.

It's a thing we call a hemorrhoid.

A hemorrhoid I cried, what might be the cure.

He said nothing major, but we're going to have to cut it off, that's for sure.

Cut it off.

I cried with fright.

Hang on a minute, doctor.

I think a second opinion might be right.

Second opinion one I really don't think there's a need.

Well, that's when I gathered my hats and motion from his office.

I left with a sudden burst of speed, Felt I was lucky to get out with cause no doc, going to get near my backside, especially with a knife.

As for this little problem.

I ain't got rid of it yet.

One thing's for certain, I won't go back to that crazy vet.