Then I broke my nose

Attracted by the first line of your verse
I set myself in aspic and feel worse

Drawn  over  to your garden  by a rose
I broke my glasses then I broke my nose

When I left I felt like being soothed
 Oriental massage made me  bruised

When the books I read were full of dust
I  felt I had to get them off my chest

I wonder why the doctor  was so kind
I was dead but now I’m going blind

My doctor is  a  brilliant young man
He’s  got a Ph.D,  she’s çalled Diane 

He wondered why I  eat just Weetabix
Why ask a pin to tell us why it pricks?

Mother gave us Ovaltine and cake.

I wonder why she never learnt to bake

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