“Doc”, the bushy grimaced, “I’m feeling pretty crook”.
“My hearing’s gone to putty, and everything I’ve took,
“Just doesn’t seem to move me, so please some multi pills.
“Be sure to get me moving, and cure my hearing ills.
“My life’s a bloomin trial, deaf in either ear,
“My hearing’s just not workin’, and neither is my rear”.
So with his special instrument the doc began to poke,
And after deft manoeuvres and a penetrating grope.
Held aloft a prize and said,”My God, what’s this I see?”
He’d taken from the bushie’s ear a large suppository!
“Doc you bloody beauty, my sanity is saved,
‘Cause now I can remember where I put my hearing aid”!