Jock The Poet Octopuss
I'm Jock the poet octopuss,
I live beside the loch.
It's tick past tock - ticktocktopuss,
It says so on my clock.
I'm off to see the Doctorpuss,
To cure my writer's block.
My mind's gone cuckoo clocktopuss,
The word's are out of stock.
I've got a mental blocktopuss,
I'll be the laughing stock.
The black sheep of the flocktopuss,
I'm talking poppycock.
"So Doctor, oh dear Doctorpuss,
I'm snapping like a croc.
A walking joke - knock knocktopuss,
Please cure me Doctor Doc."
"The problem's clear dear octopuss,"
The Doctor said to me.
"There's too much time spent forcing rhyme,
It's clear for all to see!"