Doctor,doctor, it’s my bunions.
Why,what’s wrong with your bunions?
I don’t like that they rhyme with onions
Try boiling them not rhyming with them
What ,boiling my poems?What would I put on my blog?
I am getting irritated now.
Did you know it’s a symptom of pernicious anaemia,sometimes?
Been on wikipedia again,have we.
I know more than you,doctor.
Is knowing it any help.?
Well it might increase one’s tolerance of other’s moods.
That is the rub.How do you know when a mood is caused by a bodily malfunction or by some emotional upset ?
I think it exaggerates what is there naturally to an intolerable level so we begin to go mad.
And if you were mad already would it make you go normal?
Of course not.It would make you even madder.
Well,anyway I have to go now.
So do I.It’s those prunes.
Do they have iron in them?
Only if you press them.
So about bunions…did Mussolini have them?
I just wondered.
It’s wondering that causes all your problems.
Well it gives me an interest.
I wonder why we all want an interest..
Now you are doing it as well
it must be catching.
Cheerio then.I’m going to the bathroom
Aren’t we all?
I don’t understand you.