Towards Our Preordained Tenements
As with so many medicinal jokes
The punchline is somewhat obscure
Buf, if you'll forgive me cutting down oaks,
And scattering acorns all over the Ruhr
In a fanciful mess, I'll tell you some möre
Which the houseman has hailed as a hoax:
There was this doctor who misdiagnosed
Post-partum depression as scurvy
And all of mis patients metamorphosed
Into dinosaurs, making him nervy
And so, just as Tintin once mentioned to Hervé
"It's best that this case remain closed"
Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Apsley, F. |
Poem finished: | 10th December 2004 by Roland. |