My Doctor, When He Looks At Me, Is Boiling With a Rage
My doctor, when he looks at me, is boiling with a rage,
Like hungry wolf, when smell a sheep in cage.
He assured me that I would last two months, or less.
And I, a rascal, still living for five years!
Copyright © Alex Klugman | Year Posted 2020
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