Short Doc Poems
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Feeling as a rat
I went to the doc for clue.
He gave pretty pills
Now great and sound as a rock.
Will cats know I'm not a rat?
On the internet I am a rookie,
But the web site said they would book me
A tele-health call
And my Doc's on the ball
But I had a mouthful of cookie!
there once was a man of great ambition
who pretended to be a physician
his intent lascivious
she was not oblivious
he’s serving 20 to life in prison
Tell Me, Doc
Today I’ve come prepared
I know what I want to say
For a hundred bucks
tell me, Doc,
what love is
and why I have to ask you
that today
Donal Mahoney
You said you'd cure me of my cold,
then caught it yourself by two fold.
Go home and to bed. Take my fee;
cure yourself first and then cure me.
after Robert Herrick
Poor old Doc Quackenbush is gone,
How he happened to fall down that well is unknown.
When they found him he was dead,
His obituary read,
"He should have tended to the sick and left the well alone."
Since moving to this berg we have a new doc
Her name is sweet Kimberly, fresh out of the box
Brand spanking new
Love spanking, don't you
Whenever she examines, I never watch the clock
IF ONLY I'd had
a more holistic doctor
MAYBE now I'd be
much less inclined to grumble . . .
SOMETIMES I just want to die.
Aug. 2, 2020
for Silent One's If Only, Maybe, Sometimes Poetry Contest
A old doctor hailed from backwoods Kentucky
We all went to Doc Jim when we felt yucky
He gave us some pills,
That cured up our ills
Weren't we country folk exceedingly lucky?
November 8, 2021
Since moving to this burg we have a new Doc
Her name is sweet Kimberly, fresh out of the box
Brand spanking new
Love spanking, don't you
Whenever she examines, I never watch the clock
© Jack Ellison 2015
Doc’ Jenkins caught a bad case of the flu
He got sick that he didn’t know what to do
He Treated himself
With things on a shelf
Now in quarantine with a ghost named Boo
Alexis Y.
09/06/2020
Doc says you stay away
from ham and steak
and don't you ever touch
icecream and cake.
Well, have you seen cows
or pigs on their track
die of cholesterol-caused
heart attack?
Or a hive of nectar-drunk
honeybees
actually die of sweet
diabetes?
Autumn leaves drifting
while snow parades through
thoughts – minds
truth standing in Doc Martens
as spare change glints within
the old guitar case on the street
_________________________
Twitter | @live_the_light | 2017
The loudmouth cowboy was challenged by an inebriated Doc Holiday.
"Draw your weapon sir," slurred the doc, "I'm your huckleberry."
"You're drunk as a skunk," said the cowboy, "probably seeing double too."
Mr Holiday responded, "Yes sir, that is very true,
but I have two guns,.. one for each of you."
Here it comes from above, Doc
Not your defibrillator could shock
Your brains are no match from my luck
the key I wear ensures life doesn't suck
so even if you could rip out my heart
after my operation I still will fart
and if you survive that, than congrats
but I will tell what you won't get over my next attack...
How did I get so old so soon?
I was but a kid this afternoon,
My sun just set before it rose--
A travesty of nature, I suppose!
My goodness, the time just flew away
It was right here, destined for today,
My tomorrow came it seems too soon--
How did my night fall right before noon?
~ A Brian Strand 4 to 14 lines contest.
Levity, leveret
Too phony, coney
Bucks for the buck
And dough to see doe
Hare-brained, hilarious
Rabbit died laughing
That’s funny, bunny
The kittens will grow
You don’t know jack, rabbit
We’re in high cotton
Hightail it out of here
Peter, you know
Toss in the pepper
You got hassenpfeffer
Throw in a carrot
That’s Bugs’ old show
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.
Do as the doc says
My doctor was in a good mood
He had had a good lunch and smelling of wine
After a quick check-up
He asked me if I drank
I said, yes.
Alcohol is no good for you he said
Breathing wine fume all over me.
I agreed
One should always listen to a doctor.
At the nearest bar, I had a cold beer
To clear my head, form his liquid lunch.
Come on now
let 'em fight
if your butting in
I won't bite
Listen Doc
you got the right
But Big R.E.D
has got the might
I think you know
who will will this fight
I don't think that
get though the night
without being slammed
by my own hands
we can be allies
or we can be enemies
just remember who will be on stop:
'cause in the end
It'll be Big R.E.D
hospital's antiseptic ambiance,
temple of impeccable hygiene,
the oracle, the doctor, still not in;
the wallclock looks bored, tired of ticking,
drags time at an arthritic pace,
anemic hands round its palsied face;
white coterie thrums down the hallway,
doc's rounds complete, all waiting in place
for his diagnostic curse or grace.
Strong as an Ox,
light as a feather.
Zapped by lightning,
and possessed by weather.
His hair standing up straight,
feet blue as the sea.
Only has four fingers,
and a very crooked knee.
Been seen in graveyards,
dissappears at times.
Talks with a cackle,
and always rhymes.
Scared of a mouse,
in love with a croc.
The people in the lab,
call him "The Doc".
hospital, with its antiseptic ambiance,
our top temple of impeccable hygiene,
its priest-oracle, the doctor,
not yet in.
weary wallclock looks bored, tired of ticking,
pulls and drags time at an arthritic pace
with anemic hands around its
palsied face.
at last, white coterie thrums down the hallway,
doc's rounds complete, everyone must wait in place
for his crucial diagnostic curse
or praise!
We are D.O.C. soldiers down for the cause.
Missouri's convicts and solid outlaws.
The rule that we live by are written in stone.
We are powerful and fearless we are bad to the bone.
We come from these towns all across the way.
Doing our time taking it day by day.
We are solid most blasted with ink.
We don't give a lick what other people think.
All this in time makes us mean ruthless and hard.
It's all a small price to pay to survive on the yard.
Form:
A doctor can cure people’s ills
By prescribing lotions and pills
Cannot get an appointment -
Dad needs hemorrhoid ointment
Eyes water, poor dad needs no thrills!
Find medics to help him real quick
Great bulging piles get on his wick
He needs his treatment today
I will assist him to pay
Joins BUPA; they’ll treat when you’re sick!
Limerick Ii poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
syllables 8,8,7,7,8
* real counted as 1 syllable
1/9/19