The MRI & I

Slide into the womb of a huge robot

Wonder what kind of sadist plugs your ears

And then, when you are supine, frozen, caught

Poses questions to you only she hears?

Lie motionless as magnets probe your form

Incubate the dream that this strange ordeal

Will to the wild works of Stan Lee conform

And make your heroic fantasies real

Emerge, quite ordinary, slightly dazed

Remove your ear plugs to be told, "great job!"

Wonder why the attendants are amazed

That you stayed still, without a twitch or sob

Be grateful that this test cost you nothing

Now, about the results, start worrying