Who Knew not fit for contest

When I woke up this morning, I was feeling mighty fine But, things started getting fuzzy, at a quarter after nine So, I sat down in my chair and hoped to end this blight And though it therapeutic to take this time to write But I needed inspiration, and the place that I've found best Was to look down the list of all the poetry contest Right away I found the one and I knew I had it beat But as I neared the ending, I found it harder to complete It was then I called My doctor and told him of my plight He said that I should see him, and it better be tonight I shared with him my symptoms and showed him what I wrote He then produced some paper and prescribed this with a note " Forget the M.R.I , X-rays, and those CAT scans, What this patient needs is a rhyming Lipogram" Who Knew?