MADNESS AND THE PSYCHIATRIST (S is for Silly)

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'Hello', the psychiatrist said

'You can call me Fred'


'Hello Fred' I said

'What brings you to my bed'


'A car actually', he said

'I thought I saw a bike Fred'


'Your mistaken' he said

'I'd be better of dead'


'Dead' I said raising and eye

'Now I know that you lie'


'Get on the bed Fred', I said

'We'll pretend it's pale red'


'Now enough of that', said Fred

'I'm definitely not red.'


'No but your blood is' I said

Laughing in my head.


Fred, sad to say, is dead

He let out his red.

Poor Fred.

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