My name is Dermat O'Logist,
An Irishman expert on skin.
My Dad goes by Herb O'Logist,
No slouch at Chinese medicine-
Once as we practised in tandem,
A terrible mix up took place,
A hapless patient at random,
Caused egg to appear on my face.
Cure-wise what he sought was herbal,
But wrongly arrived in with me,
Out came a whole load of verbal,
When implying I'd seen worse acne.
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