Jackson Black - November 1, 2023
- Spooktober 2nd Place!
Of medicine, profoundly apt is he
Approach and step inside the doctor’s room
From warted toes are marked the floors so green
The wretched smell cannot be swept by broom
His goggled beak, his muffled speech is neat
He’ll poke and prod with blackthorn cane and eyes
Some verses here for heaven’s guarantee
Some garlic there to aid the plague’s demise
He sees upon your skin the hue of night
And gathers that our God retrieves you now
So doctor leaves to treat another’s plight
And tears are shed, for hate of pain’s bestow
The air of Florence cools the doctor’s room
To no avail; the gales of death be soon.