Dr. No

Doctor, no, I will not have

That operation on my neck;

For 'twas a digestive problem

Brought me to you,

What the heck?


Doctor, no, I will not take

These pills for curing impotence.

First, I am a female,

And I fear they'd make me

Rather tense.


Doctor, no, I don't think I'm

In need of massage on my feet.

What has that to do with warts

On my hands, or with

Prickly heat?


Doctor, no I will not pay

Your mighty bill for therapy.

All I did was pop in for a moment

And a cup of tea.

The End

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