The Het Up Vet … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
20 February 2018

This account is entirely fictional.


There once was a vet
Who began to feel that
He had too many cows on his docket

I have it! He stated
Since cash flow’s abated
I’ll try out a new line of profit

And so he ablated
That work he hated.
In favor of work that . . . The hospit-

-al blues …
Mercy me! Made the news

That vet had a profit
That couldn’t be crop-ped

Stop it! … Awe but!
Them that knows it, just drops it!

The dickens, you say!
I could bellow all day
‘Bout the vet who transformed his meal ticket

Yup. The hospit-
-al blues were front page news
For the vet with moolah to deposit


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Except where otherwise noted, 2U3D by Alice B. Clagett is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License


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