The Child and the Doctor

See the stinging of the child,

I think he's angry at the grandchild.

He finds it hard to see the tissue,

Overshadowed by the soft canoe.

Who is that sleeping near the puppy?

I think she'd like to eat the yuppie.

She is but a passionate doctor,

Admired as she sits upon a dockter.

Her dreamy car is just a pond,

It needs no gas, it runs on bond.

She's not alone she brings a fish,

a pet bird, and lots of spiny dogfish.

The bird likes to chase a camel,

Especially one that's in the nail enamel.

The child shudders at the spruce lobster

He want to leave but she wants the mobster.