It’s flu

Doctor,doctor I’ve not been for three years
Come again?

Where is the New River?
On top of the Old River

Where is the rain?
In the water.

Doctor,I see I am done for
I didn’t do it.
No, that is why!

Doctor I have a growth on my arm
Is it your hand?
You need glasses
Well. why not cut it off just to be sure
What, and leave me with just one arm
Well,you’ve only got one eye
Which one ? Can you guess?
They both look singular to me
Now,pull the other one!
Why not admit you are dead?
That is a logical contradiction
Logical, praise indeed.

Doctor, may I go to bed?
With whom?
Why are you asking?
Is it my brother?
No, it’s flu

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About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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