A Dock Called Lock.

By , -, NY
An ach, some drugs, a day in bed,
Sore throat and head and being fed,
More meds please, don’t tease,
They just want the pain to go away.
A frock, a lock, some Dvd’s,
A snort, a cough and disease.
It’s just one day, filing away,
A day as Doc Lock.
Here you are dear Jennifer,
don’t differ, Your next appointment.
I won’t Sir, you can rely,
On me and good time.
A sun closing, a practice too,
An empty house, the day is through.
Noone home, the kitchen bear,
Drift to sleep to blackness, A Day as Doctor Lock.





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