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.