Chocoholic

The doctor called on Monday

To look at Charlies lumps

After thorough examination

He concluded it was mumps
 

You’ll have to stay at home

Have a week off school

Don’t eat too many sweeties

Make sure that you stay cool
 

The doctor called back Tuesday

To check that all was well

Everything seemed normal

As far as he could tell
 

On Wednesday afternoon

The doctor called again

Asked how Charlie felt

He said he had some pain
 

Prescribing him some tablets

Said “take two twice a day

They’re the best that you can get

And will take the pain away”
 

On Thursday when the doctor came

And Charlie looked much worse

The doctor wasn’t happy

So he phoned up for a nurse
 

The nurse stayed there with Charlie

All day and through the night

When the doctor came on Friday

Charlie wasn’t looking right
 

Saturday came round quickly

And the frowning doctor said

This is looking pretty serious

He could very soon be dead
 

Sunday came and Sunday went

His state had not improved

The nurse not knowing what to do

To the window, his bed, she moved
 

She pushed the bed across the room

And what was under it

A great big pile of sweeties

Each made of chocolate
 

The doctor soon was at the house

Feeling highly vitriolic, saying

“This boy isn’t ill at all

He’s a chronic chocoholic”