when they met at the Pub
in their favourite Club,
the Podiatrist truly got pissed.
Said the one who is known as the Shrink:
This is certainly strange and I think
that a Foot Doctor’s nose
would be right on its toes
though it’s likely that liquor don’t stink.
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