A long time ago, in a journal far, far away, an intrepid urologist ran a contest I cannot name for copyright reasons. It did, however, ask for medically relevant relapses od old and familiar works of art. I won a few, lost some, been baffled occassionally (I still cannot fathom why, in a contest of medical remakes of nursery rhymes, this one of mine won:
As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven wives
All on their way to Inverness
To find a cure for PMS
