"Come back, I'll Glove you Tomorrow"

I said, “Doc, I’m sick! When I tackle
The task of voidings cloacal,
I strain in vain, ’cause something’s clogged the drain.”
Doc said, “I’ll glove you tomorrow.”

The doc said “There isn’t a cure.” He
Said “Yes” when I asked “Are you sure?” He
Then said, “You’re dead, but don't give up. Instead,
Come back, I’ll glove you tomorrow.”

I thought “I'll not toss in the towel!
There must be something more to try.
I trenched all night with a trowel
'Til the blockage went bye-bye

The doc just couldn’t believe it.
He asked me, “How’d you relieve it?”
I told. “That’s bold,” he said, "but I'm not sold ...
Come back, I'll glove you tomorrow.”