Head to Head
By
Olgun Sadik
What could possibly be upsetting Marjorie.
I played with her just yesterday.
Now she won't speak to me.
I was a doctor,
She was a nurse.
Her doll had lost it's head.
I examined it very carefully,
And pronounced that it was dead.
"No"! She cried "It cannot be, I love that dolly so.
I feel that it's a part of me.
And I will not let it go.
I said, "I'm very sorry,
But you have to think it through.
What good's a doll
That can't hold on to parts
As tenaciously as you"?
I didn't see it coming.
For a nurse to do such a thing!
She slapped me very viciously.
And my ear began to sing.
"Control yourself now madam.
Remember who you are.
And me a doctor of renown.
My reputation travels far".
She hung her head shamefully,
And began to count to ten.
And just as I was about to talk,
She hit me once again.
This time, words did fail me,
And I headed for the door.
But she grabbed me very violently,
And dragged me to the floor.
Her blows were very rapid.
Her eyes were wild and red.
And as she pulled about my clothes,
Out popped her dolly's head.
Suddenly she became quite calm,
And asked why I had been cruel.
I said my interest in the head
Had been purely professional.
I had a friend,
who had a toy,
That had been injured in a war.
And seemed to have lost a part of him.
That was not gone before.
He knew I was a doctor,
And gave me 50p,
And said there was another 50,
On completion of surgery.
So you see my sister,
Your donated part,
Was the way, to ensure,
A successful head transplant.
She let me go,
I'd won the day,
With my cunning and my wit.
But she shook her head and said to me,
"You really are a twit".
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