[Patient]
Poem Doctor, Poem Doctor,
Help me pretty please!
Wake my Muse from hibernation!
Please, I'm on my knees!
[Poem Doctor]
Come now, prepare to pay my fees, and
Then I'll share my expertise!
[Patient]
Have, my bloody nights gold-minted,
Dollared stupors thought-induced.
Take, my plastic day-dreams sealed, and
Pickle my parietal lobe.
Here, my sweat in paper-cents, my
Hopes to have a decent job.
[Poem Doctor]
Ah, a terrible disease!
Catching mental freeze!
Mounting worser by degrees,
It's an atrocious disease!
Snort two peas,
Bath in grease,
Prance like collared Pekingese,
Sing the anthem when you sneeze,
Give my ducks a spongy squeeze,
Harbor fleas, and kiss Louise,
Shave drunk bees and slay Burmese,
Forth and prune some Gaulish cheese!
Now: conduct steadfast reprise!
(Sorry,
there're no guarantees.) |