Doctor's Lair
Doctor's Lair
I waited for my number
In the clinic.
Mum had taken me
Because I was sick.
There were large black bottles,
Wanted to follow me.
The stench of medicines
Were spine-tingling.
The evil assistant said
It was my turn now.
I followed behind my mother,
Sure she gave a growl.
The doctor anticipated me,
Used the snake around his neck,
And put its cold head on my chest
To beat the sickness off my back.
But I was scared
He might use the needle,
To tear my heart
That was already so brittle.
As I cowered into my mother
The doctor spoke to me.
He said I don’t need any injections,
Just a few bitter medicines.
As I walk out of the clinic,
I welcome the fresh air.
I immediately felt better,
After exiting the Doctor’s lair.