Through The Scope

Ah, love...

Sick little cow,

My friend the Herding Dog told me,

That you needed some professional help,

From one in a white coat.

Well you are a lucky one,

My n****e weary grazer,

I have with me a bag of the finest,

Tools for identifying what ails you.

Let me check your eyes first,

My trusty ophthalmoscope will find the problem,

Perhaps you witnessed a great injustice,

Or maybe a violent act and this is the cause.

No

That's not it.

Let me check your ears now,

My trusty otoscope will find the problem,

Perhaps the farmer's mechanical wonders are too loud,

Or perhaps you heard other cows talking ill of you.

No

That's not it.

Let me check your lungs next,

My trusty stethoscope will find the problem,

Perhaps you inhaled as a strolling bull passed gas,

Or maybe you yawned and haven't exhaled yet.

No

That's not it.

Well my indisposed bovine,

I believe I'm running out of places to check,

For malaise or the like.

Your oversized heart is all that's left,

The stethoscope, miracle worker among my herd,

Perhaps you overexerted yourself during exercise,

But that would be preposterous I suppose.

Perhaps it could be - wait, really?

Am I hearing this correctly my dear?

It sounds like a dozen mirrors shattering,

You're heartbroken!

We haven't a moment to lose,

We know what needs repair,

Now is the time to act,

Now who is it?

The Herding Dog?

Ah Jesus...

Author's Note

This is an old one I found in a pile of stuff. Hope you enjoy it. I might write a part 2 time permitting.

As always, criticism and reviews are welcome. Thanks for reading!