I've seen a specialist who thinks He can relieve my ills, Smooth out my complicated kinks With neither drugs nor pills. He has effected gorgeous cures, At least to hear him talk, Heals others' evils -- why not yours, And makes the half-dead walk. If I could choose -- don't think it odd -- From all lots that exist, I first would be almighty God, And next a specialist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE RABBIT by KAREN SWENSON TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI THE BRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS THE DARK FOREST by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WHITE HEAD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 41. TO THE 'UNKNOWABLE' GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |