Doc, come quick,
Our dog is sick;
Hell’s broke loose at our house:
Sue’s upset,
Eyes are wet—
Not the dog! Sue’s my spouse!
Rush, Dr. Pill,
Our terrier’s ill;
Family disrupted.
Doggie dear
Is low. I fear
On something vile he supted.
Sure, Doc, but–
Our poor old mutt–
Couldn’t I you, too, be owing?
I HATE the pup,
But fix him up:
Daughter’s overflowing.
So hurry, Doc,
Ol’ fightin’ cock–
How soon can you be over?
Three o’clock?
‘Ray for Doc!
Family’s saved, AND Rover!
by Ray Romine Monday, April 12, 1943
