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The Doctor's Sense of Humour

Stevie was a city boy, He wore an old school tie, His life was full of sex and booze And other things you buy. He occupied a penthouse That overlooked the Thames And plastered it with modern art To overawe his friends. But one night in a taxi home When chatting to the cabby The latter asked our hero Whether he was really happy. Now Stevie wasn't prone to Letting others take the piss, So he smashed the cabby's lights And drove his car into a ditch. But the violence didn't kill The mem'ry of the thing he'd said; "Are you really happy?" was Still buzzing round his head. So he popped along to Harley Street With his philosophic woe, Slipped a doctor fifty quid And screamed 'I need to know!' The doctor nodded kindly and Reached under the desk, From where he raised a felling axe And chopped off Stevie's legs. While tarring up the stumps the Doctor said 'You might feel crappy, But you'll have a clearer mind when Someone asks you if you're happy.'

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Date: 2/21/2014 4:55:00 PM
Well I didn't see that coming!! Great poem. I also want to thank you for your comment on mine "crazy came knocking"
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Date: 2/17/2014 2:06:00 PM
Quite brilliant . Flows like wine. Thank you for sharing.
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Alex Frankel
Date: 2/17/2014 4:11:00 PM
cheers Darren, thanks very much for the nice comments