Poem of the Day | Phil Maund

His Couch is a Love Seat

The psychiatrist philosophized
About his fruitful life
Four children and ten grandkids
And his ever-faithful wife

The beetle, black and very small,
Rolls dung into a little ball
I wouldn’t have the wherewithal
To do the beetle’s job at all

Will wolf was very, very hot
And filled with bile and loathing
He hated when it was his turn
To wear that darned sheep’s clothing

I’m going to save electricity
I’ll start with a meagre amount
I’m taking a 40 watt bulb to the bank
To open a current account!

Down in mouth I saw the doctor
Hoping to regain my zest
He put this stick inside my mouth
And now my tongue’s depressed

When Jock Topus the octopus
(The evil-minded doctorpus)
Dissected Goldilocktopus
To cure her chicken pocktopus