I once had a doctor called Poker
Who fancied his skill as a joker.
He teased all his patients
both the young and the ancient…
And his cat was labelled , oh,please stroke her.
It should have read,Please do stroke me…
I’d like to sit up on your knee…
But I can’t tell the doc
As it’s ten o’clock
So it’s time for some frank therapy.
My psyche is split into four
And in each part I love and adore
The man in my bed
with his Scandinavian long head
Indeed I love all his sweet pores
.
How my heart sings 