A trip to docs, O' how I fear,
A vow I made, to ne'er go near,
But then a pain, down there below,
As to the cause, I did not know,
So to the docs, I had to go,
To seek relief, from my big toe.
(I know your mind, it's in the gutter,
Was not "big toe," you thought I'd utter.)
Consult needed to solve the trouble
And with two docs my fear did double,
But then the cure, I thanked profusely
When told to wear my socks more loosely,
I hate M.D.s, but thanked the docs,
That's what I call, a pair-of-docs.
Went to the mall to buy some slacks,
At first I thought, I'd get some khaks,
I asked the clerk what she's suggest,
What on my bod, would look the best?
She said Dockers is what I'd get,
On your lithe frame, look great I bet,
(This is my ode, so I can lie,
About my frame, so no outcry.)
Clerk pointed out, right over there,
A knockout girl, with silken hair,
That's Dockers there, on that young lass,
I gazed upon, the knockout's class.
(Once again get out the gutter,
It was not "class" you thought I'd utter.)
I said to clerk, I'll take a pair,
Just like the Docks, that she does wear,
As leered at girl with silken locks,
That's what I call, a pair-of Docks.