Cecil For Treatment

Now he’s going for a treatment 
That might swallow much liniment
And lick up copious supplement ;
About this, no long argument …

Watching was I Sir Cecil hop,
Not once, not twice, in real pain stop,
His discharging sweat sadly mop
And his injured feet sometimes drop;
All these in the next street flop,
A watcher to pity The Fop
And arrange A Medic on Top…

And there was to be one stop
To curiously look at some crop
Before in the rain a dared bop,
As though briefly rung Jackson’s Pop…

Cecil to Patients The Cynic 
I saw just head for a clinic.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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