I once had a doctor,
whom I called Mental Man.
His office was located,
in a hot pink van.
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Doctor Mental Man,
he checked out my brain.
And came to the conclusion,
that I was insane.
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I hear all these voices,
and he hears them too.
Doctor Mental Man,
what should I do?
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Doctor Mental Man,
you seem like a nice fellow.
So would you like a bath tub,
full of strawberry Jell-O.
~
Doctor Mental Man,
I know you can groove.
But that's not what I meant,
when I said you should move.
~
Doctor Mental Man,
I'm crazy for you.
But what will the world do,
with another crazy person like you?
~*~ Jill ~*~
Humm...very interesting...it seems as if I have a new nickname....oh yeah...and even though I didn't get the get the tub full of jello to work right the first time...now I am older and wiser...and itz time for me to try it again soon...lol...I like this poem...itz a nice change of things when you let your sense of humor come to the surface...keep up the good work
good work. this is another funny poem of yours. I like it.
keep up the good work
Bruce