“Doctor, are you filled with fear?
Your look has gone a bit severe.”
“I had a premonition, dear.”
The learnéd man resumed his leer
And wiped away the lady’s tear.
“Doctor, I am filled with fear!”
He grasped her waist and pulled her near
Removing, thus, her black brassière.
“‘Twas just a premonition, dear.”
“Quiet, Sir! My father’s here
And I’m worried that he’ll hear.
Doctor, are you filled with fear?”
“Daddy, stop!” – the smell of beer,
A gunshot, and a sob sincere –
“Dad had a premonition, dear.”
She sees the grave but once a year,
The epitaph a souvenir:
“Doctor, were you filled with fear?
I had a premonition, dear.”
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