A sad case really....

[Psimon]

A sad case really....

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It seemed like nothing at the time

when as a small boy I could rhyme

The reason did not jump to mind

and so the doctor said, quite kind,

 

"The boy will grow out of this phase

and should he not there is a place

that I can recommend he goes

to beat him from his head to toes.

 

I know the remedy sounds harsh,

my bill, I'm sure, will seem quite large,

but both I say will do the job

and cure your little boy here, Bob".

 

My parents looked at me and then

my father picked up doctor's pen

and - with a single, fluid stroke -

I saw my life go up in smoke.

 

From time to time they come to see

the baskets that I make for me

and all my little furry friends

that come to stay beneath the lens

 

that watches over all my moves

to make sure that my life improves.

Perhaps I should have run away

to live and rhyme another day,

 

but here I sit in my cold cell

and though my parents wish me well

when looking through the bars they tell

that I wish that they'd go to hell

 

for what they did to me that day,

in doctor's office far away.

But that's another place and time -

a good thing then, cause I can't rhyme!