Steve Teavee Poem by Marlin Nightingale

Steve Teavee was a midget man,
Who belonged to a smallish midget clan,
He was often sick as sick can be
Which is why I tell you this story.
We took him to doctors far and near,
Only to have them peek and peer,
And tell him, 'Steve! ' Your brain deceives! ,
'You've got no symptoms i believe! '
And then we found a curious place,
Perched high upon a mountain face,
Inside the country of Tibet,
The only place we'd not been yet.
We entered in the little shack,
Took time in wandering to the back,
If I remember right, I think,
The doctors name was Mr. Drink.
Upon the walls were all concoctions,
From mountain dew to baby lotions,
Steve paused at one that seemed quite funny,
It looked like snot, yet not as runny.
The more we looked and more we gazed,
We noticed quite the brownish haze,
That settled over sink and saucer,
On candles bright and pickle tossers.
Emerging from this mist we found,
A Doctor Drink, who was quite round!
Inside his ears, hair grew in tufts,
From out his shirt, a giant puff.
He smiled at us with squinty eyes,
My heart began to butterfly! ,
But then he motioned to a bed,
On which poor Steve should lay his head.
He started such recipe,
That it began to startle me,
The things that he put through that siv!
I dont know how a man could live!
At first he melted donkey fat,
Into a monstrous open vat,
Then in there went some camel hump,
And, oh no! , Not some monkey rump!
He giggled as he stirred the stew,
As if the smell was something new,
Some zoysia grass went in the mix,
Along with herbs and carrot sticks.
The smell by now I can't relate,
My nose wants to capitulate,
And when I tried to take a breather,
It seemed to activate my sneezer!
The potions that he grabbed to squirt,
More oft than not, got on his shirt,
And made an artful green collage,
Reminding me of camoflage.
At last the time came for a drink,
I thought that Steve would raise a stink,
But when I looked at where he lay,
He was out cold! , I dare to say!
Doc poured the potion down his throat,
I carried little Stevie out,
And all the more I need to say;
Steve lived to see another day.