His Ailment
My next-door man was a postman
He stunted gimmicks like Tarzan
I met a constable
And told him my trouble
He said, “I can’t treat your ailment”.
Syllable count: 8, 8, 6, 6, 8 (I used howmanysyllbes.com to count syllables.)
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