Quack
Ted doesn’t like his past.
He has yet to think fast:
Clear not shadowy past,
Lies warranting a blast…
Plain Butcher for Doctor
Poor Loser as Victor
Roles that rolled on to jail,
Court’s Ruling to not fail…
Flags we’d fly at half mast
For Heroes who did last;
Ted was The Damned Miscast:
World of Drama’s Outcast!
Ted to break with his past,
Witnesses now aghast:
They’d say he was A Quack,
Qualifications did lack
Worse mention The Buried:
Three Happily Married…
“I come Afghanistan!
First, meet Face Surgeon, Stan."
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