My Psychiatrist
My psychiatrist makes me laugh,
because he laughs at me.
I have a odd personality you see.
He laughed when I told him
my heart almost burst.
From stress of course.
I'm better now in mind and body.
My gaiety must be infectious.
He laughed and became raucous.
We agreed it was best
if we met no more.
Then laughed some more.
Thank you Dr. O Donnell,
For looking after me so well.
Letting me have a voice.
Treating me so swell.
It's thrilling to be in control
of my mind once more.
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