13 June 2012

I walk in to the vets, & he says unto me "Hello Miss Allard, What may your problem be?" I shift and look uncomfortable, It really isn't right, I'm clutching three pet carriers ever so tight.

"Well Mr Vet, you see, I think there's a problem with Cleo, Patch & Charlie. Their faces have all grown, & I don't think this condition is known ... But when you pull their tails, A Jammy dodger prevails!

He looks at me like I'm mad, & I see him snigger. "Honestly, Mr Vet - I am not a fibber!"

So he asks to see the cats, He agrees their faces are fat. He touches Cleo's tail & has another snigger, But little does he realise, He's pulled the Jammy dodger trigger!

Biscuits fly right and left, A nurse walks in and she's quite bereft, When a Jammy Dodger knocks off her head!

Tell me Mr Vet - do you believe me now? The vet wipes sweat from his brow. "Yes Miss Allard, I can see you're right. Give them these pills three times a day, surely then the problem will go away."

But I'm back at the vets three weeks later, No Mr vet, the condition has not gone, But would you like a bourbon?!

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