(obsession
doggerel)
Ice
Cream: klazomania
Doyle
probably had just misheard—
It all can
be so difficult, The Word,
Confusing
as an unknown bird.
And so
when someone cried, “Ice cream!”
He thought
that he had heard “I scream.”
To Doyle,
it was his dearest dream—
The answer
to receiving treats
Was
simple: Nothing ever beats
A scream
(among his greater feats).
Thereafter,
Doyle would simply yell
For what
he craved—and what the hell:
It seemed
to work so very well.
Until those
men arrived—in white—
And
dragged him off into the night
And took
him to a room so bright
Where he
now lives—with pads on walls.
Where he
hears voices in the halls.
And no one
answers when he calls.
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