Oh, Hadley. How perfect she
Tries to be—
Quick! Off to this and
That, we must never be
Late, or else
What a bad doctor we'd be,
How like my mother I'd be, always
Getting sick and such.
Oh, Hadley.
--
He sits in his chair, back hunched over.
Ever been to Everest?
Foreman hasn't.
But every day he tries to get there, tries
To be that perfect doctor and that
Perfect scientist,
Everything
Just so!
He must be the one who sets the record.
Patients, ho!
He shouts with glee.
I'm going to set the record today!
He sits and sits and sits (but today isn't over until tomorrow!)
--
Ah, what a wonderful pair!
Oh, what chemistry combines here—
Such endorphins rushing!
Such blood pumping!
And how free!
Oh, what a marvelous pair!
When he kissed her with passionate
Embrace,
A Christmas gift for the one he loved!
How his eyes twinkled!
How I loved him!
What emotions were stimulated in that long kiss!
(Such women cried! What jealously was evoked there!)
A merry little Christmas!
(A joyous celebration)—
Indeed!