He went, at nine o'clock to bed
and in the morning was stone dead.
The doctor came to look and see
if they had thought of his big fee.
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They make you think by giving all sorts of pills you'll have a longer life but all they do is collect the money......good poem!
What a devastating poem...and just when I thought all doctors were knights in shining...you know...Good poem. Raynette