Why I Shouldn't Be a Doctor (AKA a hint to mom)

Hello, my name is Doctor E. I am subbing for your doctor today. Qualified? Of course I'm qualified! I even have a PhD!

 See? Ok, next I want for you to lay down. Yes, right there on the sofa. Next, spit into this cup. SPIT INTO THE CUP, HEAR???. Great!! :) Now let me scan your saliva...

 

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You Asked For This

Previously, I wrote a post with an illustrated poem in it. At the end of it, I asked for your feedback on whether I should do another post like that. An overwhelming response (two versus zero) told me to do more. So here I go, shoving more bad poetry into all of your throats. Enjoy!

A Sock Story (warning:bad rhyming)

Once upon a long time ago

I once had a pair,

of socks that needed more stitches

than any other pair.

They did not seem to be much loved

among the other socks.

In fact, they were regarded as

the lowest of all socks.

But then one day they took a tumble

down upon the floor.

They were the first of the whole bunch

to touch the spotless floor.

They stood in awe, in shock, in fear

of what they had just had done.

I picked them up and gave a glare---

they thought their tale was done.

But then, I next, just put them back,

ensuring their new fame.

The other socks now gathered round

and made them feel their fame.

“What happ--” “What's there?” “And what surprise?”

so clamored all the rabble.

“We fell.”, “The floor.”, “Nothing special.”

replied them to the rabble.

 

And thus the noises met their end;

the crowd then cleared away.

The two socks back to what they were;

their moment gone away.

 I'll do the same thing as before- there will be a vote. If you "like" this post, it means you want more poetry. If you "dislike," then I won't do it. 

The reason why I'm doing this is because poetry that people actually like is kind of rare and I'm not sure if my current readers would like this. And I'm insecure.  Also, these posts take a REALLY long time to make. So I might not have the time to make one until my next vacation, despite the votes. Here goes!