Two Doctors

by oosh


I felt proud, when I saw the doctor's stare.
"Oh you're unusual," he said, "that's rare!"
I'm special, I thought.
I'm special. But he said,
"Shall I cut it for you?"
Oh no! An icy prickle in my hair -
That's me, that is.

I took it home, I cradled it.
I like to feel it,
Like to touch it.
How I like it!
That's me, that is! It drives me spare!

I felt proud, when I saw my doctor's stare.
"You're so unusual," she said, "that's rare!"
I'm special, I felt,
I'm special. And she said,
"Shall I kiss it for you?"
Oh yes! A juicy trickle in my hair -
That's me, that is.

She took me home, she cradled me,
She loved to feel me,
Loved to touch me,
How I love her!
She's mine, she is! She drives me spare!