The Innominate Contest

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

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