Thank You Doc!

Our doctor is taking a break, he may camp at a beautiful lake. Have some Valpolicella (he's a jolly good fella) here is something his mother would bake. It's a small, rather good-tasting present, much desired by Pope and by peasant. when it reaches your lips it's a heartbeat that skips then the taste buds will rate it as pleasant. May we thank you and put a request since the world is undoubtedly blessed with your skills and your care so it wouldn't be fair to retire from work, for a rest. Well, to tell you the truth I did check, craned my cervicals up in the neck, had to see if you fidget or have tremulous digits also whether you're up on the tech. In conclusion, I must now concede that in Gwendolyn's hour of need, we were pretty hard-pressed to discover the best but we did, what a pleasure indeed! As a writer it does make me wonder, mulling over it all, I still ponder all my instincts suggest that you're kin to the Guest you know, Albert, the one who's gone yonder. Have a wonderful Christmas, you all, it's the season for love to enthrall all the humans on earth as they think of His birth in the manger back then, in the stall. As you may know, limericks tend to take on a life of their own and must be read while standing and without wearing glasses, regardless of presbyopia or similar afflictions. Note: This was written on behalf of, and with the cooperation of the patient's family, as depicted above. Some considerable credit must go to Conrad.