Doctor may I have a word
My head’s confused, my visions blurred
I walked into the wardrobe door
And all my clothes jumped to the floor
I had nice burglars but they left
I had no riches for their theft
I have cheap pendants and a watch
Nothing much for them to touch
I burned my dinner and the pan
I don’t know when all this began
Could it be a UTI?
Will you please test me today?
My feet are dry ; my hands still sweat
So my gloves get much too wet
I think I’ll lie down and forget
The gelatine will never set