Speech Therapist
With my therapist,
a genial chap,
we sit and review
my quality of chat;
a bit of a struggle,
with my stinking cold,
an incurable disease,
which has now taken hold:
In the near distance,
two floors below,
a howl of laughter
is loudly let go,
then back to peace,
as my therapist stammers,
r-r-r-repeated advice,
and nice bedside manners.
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