Up-Se-Daisy

“Up-Se-Daisy” I ran to my throne To moan and groan I had no belief There would be relief. Running quite fast. Passing some lass. Jumping those hurdles. Faster than Myrtle... I sat in my chair. The weather was fair. I thought that I heard… Naw, that is absurd. There was a sound Laughter was found. My throne said some words And everyone heard. Up--Se--daisy, baby I said, "up--Se--daisy." You're cracking my back. And that is a fact. Go lose some weight. Do not hesitate. Quick as a wink, I ran to a shrink. He said, “Up--Se--daisy, baby” Yes! I said up--Se--daisy. My mind was on spin. The session did END. I stood by his couch. And it screamed, “Ouch!” Up--Se--daisy, baby I said up--Se--daisy…. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen December 1, 2009 Inspired by: Poetry soup Member Contest: Speak chair! Speak! Sponsored by: Matt Caliri