Tonight's Poet Corner: Missing In Action

Missing In Action
by Belinda Roddie

Oh, where, oh, where has my lovely shrink gone?
Oh, where, oh, where can he be?
I'm just twiddling my thumbs in the waiting room -
I think he forgot about me!

I suppose I'll forgive, and he'll pencil me in
for a day that'll suit his fancy.
At least he's not dead in a ditch somewhere
or locked in a box shipped out to sea!

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