A Visit To The Doc Poem by Paul Wilson

A Visit To The Doc



‘I felt so washed-out - like an indecipherable rune! '
Now shall I numb you with my needle
Or mumble something simple
And tickle with my tune?

Like a mixed-out mouse fix
I shall fill you with a timeless swoon
And tonight's lobotomy
Is tomorrow's swinging night out
In the arms of Asterix.

Do you ask me for a ‘lyric'
To go with your glass of water?
Do you quote an anagram -
‘The lion lies down with the lamb'?
Have a lovely holiday -
Eliminate monotony!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: doctors
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