Doctor In Trouble

Jersey and Teddy had become very sick Together they had drunk some very spoilt milk Both went to the doctor, the pain was so intense Doc Duck quacked and peered at them through a very thick lens Oval in shape and perched on his nose Peeping out from his pyjama bottoms were flat webbed toes When he spoke, his quavering voice sounded grave “Teddy, I recall having told you before not to have what you save From a meal that you ate ages ago; You always suffer so and the hair on your rump doesn’t ever grow!” His tone was grim when he spoke again “I’m surprised at you who dwell in the glen From calf to cow, you’ve grown But good sense, I must say, you’ve not shown.” Jersey nodded and moaned in pain She had only herself to blame Muttering and quavering, Doc prodded her with a cane And whoosh! The pent up gas came out her end Teddy, standing behind her suffocated and keeled over Moaning, “How gross,” scampered on all fours for cover Jumping through an open window and into fresh air The devastated Doc flapped his wings and collapsed on his chair Teddy, landing on his midriff, too found sonorous relief And the doctor, staggering to the window, again came to grief Outside the window and inside, the breathability factor had plunged to zero From that day on, Doc put on a mask like Zorro – clearly he was no hero