The bare and the clothed

Apropos of the dignified "Golden Buns" discussion taking place over at Cassandra's, a rueful ballad:

I went to see my doctor for my annual exam
Standing there in the buff, till suddenly he said, "Man!"
"What is it, doc? Some dread disease?  I have to know the score."
"No," he said, "You just don't look good naked any more."

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