This is just a little ballad I wrote for a school assignment, and decided to put up here. Thankfully (for you guys) this will probably be the last poem I will write, let alone post, on account of its major suckage! lol.
enjoy!
Clinic Duty-
Somewhere in a none important someplace,
There is a doctor named Chase.
When he hears a sneeze,
He always hears a "help me, please!"
He hates working in the free clinic,
But his boss, who is somewhat of a cynic,
Thinks it's somewhere in his job description,
To be doing both their clinic hours, with out any question.
"Dr. House, it's not so fair,
I want your hours out of my hair!"
"But you see, my dear Dr. Chase,
I'd seem so out of place…
So go down there and get out of my face!"
So here he was in clinic room one,
Seeing runny nose number two hundred and one.
What fun?
"Excuse me, sir?" the patient says, "Are you Dr. House?"
"That's what the name tag says, that's penned to my blouse."
"Well that's just great, because I've come here to say,
I'm suing you, and I expect you to pay."
It came to Dr. Chase, that some times clinic duty-
"CHASE!"
Wasn't always a pain in the booty.
heehee... "booty"...
R&R please!