Shivering in my animal print hospital gown,
I greet this white-robed agent of pain
with a determined frown I ask:
What torture gadget are you bringing me now?
“Now, now my dear.
Dr’s orders, you hear.”

Proceeding to stand myriads of needles in my thigh,
He announced with a smirk no less than wry:
“This “gadget” you see is by far kinder today
It’s called a “Strengthsfinder”; we use it this way.
For people like you, we can bump up the juice,
Speed up the test and see which muscles you use.”

With all that was in me, I began pulling out pricks!
That is until the dial turned made them stick!
I’m sorry. I’m sorry (hands in the air).
Just do what you must,
Be gentle dear sir, in you I must trust.
Please find me some strength and be done!