This is written by a 12 year old student. I am the teacher
Questions
I have questions
That need to be answered
why is Africa a poor continent?
What is an etiologist?
How do people teach?
Why do others choose to preach?
Why do I have brain blocks?
How do you karate chop?
Where did the word gluten originate?
Why are people afraid?
The world is a funny place
Sometimes I want to shove a pie in its face
Sometimes I want to hug the world
Each and every boy and girl
The world gives me questions
That need to be answered.
Categories:
etiologist, imagery, imagination,
Form: Free verse
So as not to come under the scrutiny of an oncologist,
Each six months to check my moles I visit my dermatologist!
His exam is as thorough as that of an investigative criminologist.
Sometimes he'll take a biopsy and forward it to a microbiologist!
Many times he's had my moles zapped by his electrologist,
Or provides an RX for medications from the pharmacologist!
If he suspects any cell abnormalities he'll call in his cytopathologist,
Or send me down the hall to consult with his peer, the etiologist!
I don't want to come under the knife of that "cut-up", the pathologist,
Nor do I want to be listed in the obituaries by a passionless necrologist!
To keep this old frame free of moles I have no faith in a cosmetologist,
So, I'll continue to bare my hide for inspection by my dermatologist!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 6 in Nikko Palmario's "Holy MOLE-y!! Contest - August 2010
Categories:
etiologist, funny
Form: Rhyme