The visiting doctor, the pediatrician,
the family man - came and played
He played on our Hammond organ,
sat on the storage bench, opened
one of the books. Those compassionate fingers
ran across the keys and leapt into our memories.
My sister was home sick, and he came
and he cared for her and pleasurable
was his visit, as my mom would recall for us.
The man on the moon knew he could get ruined, if he couldn’t get back to his cocoon.
Was he maroon on the cocoon. Or just an illusion for a conclusion.
It could’ve been all a delusion without a conclusion. Said the Man on the Moon. Because, I just had a transfusion.
The man on the moon was late for his appointment with his pediatrician which was in prison with a dental technician.
Now you’re probably confused, with this, new news.
The man on the moon had news he was so confused. He felt like he was overused.
confidentially, Respectfully, I must tell you. What my pediatrician said.
I was a proud new father of a baby boy hemorrhoid. So proudly, he pulled out a Polaroid. And now he had a picture to share with his wife Sarah Lloyd
Bite Off More Than They Can Chew
How can someone be chocked up who we knew;
Have them Bite Off More Than They Can Chew;
Terrible diet;
Should not try it,
And then try to cram down mouth with a shoe.
Pediatrician and a Pedophile
When a pediatrician wants to trim off nails
And set out to sea and then smoothly sails,
With poor child;
Meek and mild;
Always does use a pedophile before he fails.
Hippopotamus and Disappearance
A hippopotamus always has a low clearance;
Follows rules and to them he has adherence;
In order to remove,
And things improve;
Need hippopotami to discover his disappearance.
Jim Horn
Kenetic examples of wildlife are enjoyed after sipping green teas. But antelope sway at dusk. So be wary of teapots in tree houses. Gooseberries are often found loitering in desert yachts whilst porcupines are oblivious to sugar beet. Many an octopus are said to be humbled by the wandering lettuce but hieroglyphs are but a portal to mushy peas. A halibut always talks very very very slowly. The clock yawns. The bell grins. Please be aware that very playful ants in hats coats and shirts can cause great havoc in a bistro. Wreaking a great godly view to an unjustified pillar. A suit of armour would be rather ashamed at such antics. So one must gather molluscs for a stew in the lands of the giant amphibians. Dandelions on a bed of corn flour often tell stories of ancient snow clouds while orangutans can bury many coffee beans. Unforgotten is the tirade of the slouching shrimp in a teapot of sponge. And a galvanised pediatrician is not allowed to ponder on a two hundred foot pedestal. Ok. And a misjudged mishap mayhem moving movements monstrously. Hahahaha now eat a donut hahahaha and a toast of course. Xxxx havens heaping have xxxx miscalculation z.
It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition
Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition
HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION
Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition
or held in detention without fear of restitution
This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction
of American personification
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
contest entry date - 7-24-15
written / post date - 3-20-15
Then the third day, as we were packing up,
finishing our work, completing our tasks,
We scoured the horizon for you.
You finally appeared again.
Your cough a little less severe,
Your head a little less bowed, your smile regaining its brightness.
your little hand just waved and waved at us, until you disappeared from view,
as we pulled out of the station,
You dear, little, frail, blond W-V-a boy,
who stole a piece of heart, from every one of us.
Then I walked through my front door, and my own little grandson,
bounded up to me and hugged me tightly, with brace straighten dazzling white teeth, and several pairs of new shoes;
A closet full of clothes some with tags;
overrunning school supplies, and a regular Pediatrician,
And more love than he knows.
However, there is a piece of my aching heart,
and thoughts, and prayers, and wishes for strength,
That’ll forever reside, with the frail little blond headed boy,
from W-V-a, the Third World/ America
Beautiful Dreamer
Soccer Champ
Volley Ball Star
Basket Ball Girl
Not much you cannot do
As you see a picture in your mind
Or on paper
Then draw it so perfectly
So many possibilities
There are no limits
Beautiful Dreamer
An ornery grin
Or a pretty smile
A sense of humor
A gorgeous Gal
You are a
Beautiful Dreamer
I hear you have set your sights
On being a pediatrician
For what you want to do
I know it will come true
For I know you
I know you are a winner
As you keep going
I have never seen you give up
Walk away
Determined with a strong will
You are going to be
The best
Beautiful Dreamer
By: Jean Shular
For Audrya I admire you and I have no doubt that you will go far
I believe that you will make your dreams come true
We love you.
OK, maybe he is right. Maybe a cowboy he's not. He is a mechanic, a
pediatrician, an obstetrician, a veterinary, a plumber (wells), a house keeper
(stalls), a blacksmith, a dietician, a truck driver, a farmer (crops), a carpenter
(corrals and maternity wards), a construction worker, a landscaper (fencing), a
teacher, a road grader (keeps roads oven year round), a hunter (hunts stray
critters), a trapper (beavers to keep our water ways open and skunks to keep our
sinuses working), a cowboy (cattle work), a welder, a rancher, a ranch hand, a
cowhand and a_______ I give, I give. He is a Jack of all Trades, but since his
name is Billy I can’t go around calling him Jack, so he will always be my cowboy
to me. P. S. he is definitely not a modern cowboy. No three wheelers, no
pickups, no motorcycles. He did his cattle work by horseback.
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm a pediatrician and today one of my patients died.
When I told the parents, they fell apart and cried.
I felt so sorry for the parents after I told them.
I did all I could for their son but I couldn't save him.
I've lost about ten kids over the years.
I feel so helpless when I see the parents burst into tears.
When I'm able to save a child, I feel really great.
But when I lose a child, it's something that I really hate.
I know that I'm not God, I know that I can't save them all.
But when each child dies, it makes me a little more bitter and appalled.
I can't save them all but I sure do try.
It's not fair when a child dies.
He was so dull and lazy
Frightened and hazy
Never was able to mingle with others
And he knows that he always suffers
Tries to avoid the school
Does not like to be called a fool
He was not that much responsible
For his behavior so intolerable
That is his form of a character
Anyways, it does not matter
And his father passed away early
When he was a 2-year old baby
Mother always was worried
About his studies
A small business she was running
Needs her only son to get going
And people make fun
Of her hapless son
So much obscure the childhood, is unbelievable
As childhood is indeed enjoyable
But for him it is a curse
Six years later he changed gears
He decided to work hard to improve
He yearned for, something to prove
That he can do it
He started to look fit
For he concentrated hard on studies
And completed even the medical studies
He is now a famous Doctor
And a pediatrician for that matter
His was the worse childhood
And for him a bright future stood
He is now enjoying his life
He has kids from a beautiful wife
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