Doctor

I have my personal doctor
Who visits me at home.
I call him up, he come to see me
Whenever I'm alone.

He tries to keep my head in check;
Helps me with my troubles;
Helps me lift the bottle
And sometimes serves me doubles.

When the sink gets blocked
And filled with recycled left overs
Out comes the tool box and
The one, the only Mr. Muscle.

And when she performed
Her final half pirouette
He said chin up, a drinks the cure
And kept me out all night.