Ana Monnar

Rookie (March 6,1954)

Therapist - Poem by Ana Monnar

This man was sent to a therapist
Started talking and blurting his guts out
To his surprise the therapist,
told him to get undressed
Eye-opener did you say?
The lady was a massage therapist
At the spa it was so relaxing
Aroma therapy played its role
The man felt like new as he left
and thought
My wife was so thoughtful,
what a gift to make me glow
What a nice calm, soothing,
restful experience
to the muscles and to the mind
Relaxing is so empowering
Plain and simple to the brain
During sunshine or torrential rain

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  • Cyclopseven R (10/17/2007 12:30:00 AM)


    what a wonderful therapy, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 24, 2011


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