MAMA, DEATH AND PUDDING

There was a diet on Pete's docket, but Pete had pudding on his breath,

The doctor said, if Pete eats more pudding, his prognosis will be death,

Pete loved calories, from food that was sweet.

That was all that Peter, wanted to eat,

All the sweets in Pete's house were replaced with veggies, by Pete's mama, Beth.

THE ITCH

The doctor put a patch on top of my eye,

Because I would itch it until I would cry,

Then I itched the top of my head,

Until my hair turned bright red,

The doctor told me to stop, or I'd die.

Leon's DOCTOR SAID

Leon's doctor said, Leon's guts were tied up in knots,

He said food in Leon's belly, just lays there and rots,

He said Leon hadn't long to live,

Without a real strong laxative,

And, that Leon should invest in, some really deep pots.

MY DOCTOR TOLD ME

My algorithms are not good,

The doctor told me that I should,

Stop eating pot pies,

Try some exercise,

Pay him with cash, and not firewood.