There once was a song called "The tunnel of love"

You've never heard it? Oh, Heaven's above

I must be showing my age,

At one time this song was quite all the rage.

But now there's a tunnel I've come to know well

It's name really should be the tunnel of hell.

If there's a complaint that your GP can't fix,

Don't despair, you'll find there are plenty of tricks

That a specialist is determined to try -

And top of the list is the dread MRI.

You're flat on your back with a weight on your chest

And for this procedure you're suitably dressed

In a gown that is sure to make you depressed -

But that's just the beginning, and now for the rest.

You've ear plugs and a shield to soften the sound

But you can't ecape it because you have found

You just cannot move, and it's quite a shock

For the noise is as loud as a concert of rock (music, that is).

A variety of noise is assaulting your brain

If it doesn't soon stop you feel you'll go insane.

It's not hard to see you are over the hill -

And then there's the thought of the medico's bill.

Just when you felt this never would end

For it seems like eternity - are you round lthe bend?

You're released, but wait, there is more,

Just a change in the torture ere you find the door.

Will this ordeal restore you? can anyone tell?

No way you'll revisit the tunnel of hell.