
I have a diagnosis,
If you please—
Better sit down,
Hold the cheese—
The prognosis ain’t great,
Hear that wheeze?
Don’t you speak
Or move, better freeze,
You seem to have contracted
Mouth, Ass, and Foot Disease.
You had better leave—
Set our minds at ease.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Wait. What?!? collection.
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