Doctor Doctor

I called for my doctor complaining my ills,

Expecting my usual pallet of pills,

He checked and cajoled me and said to me thus,

Your outlook is feeble you have a weak pulse,

I asked him quite meekly just what should I do,

He said I propose a new treatment for you,

A months course of Prose would rebalance your life,

And maybe look out for a suitable wife

So I started to write just as he did suggest,

And using my Prose app did daily ingest,

Some writing and reading of quality words,

And sandwiches layered with tart lemon curds,

And within a month I was up and about,

I'd found a new muse and had something to shout,

Alas though one thing has eluded my life,

I never did find me a suitable wife!