The Psychiatrist T-Rex: A Poem

The Psychiatrist T-Rex:  A Poem


In ages quite Cretaceous
when world was large and spacious
there roamed around the globe
with a cerebral front lobe
a T-Rex psychiatrist
with less problems than
a triceratops podiatrist
The psychiatrist T-Rex was called Oedipus
on whose rock for a couch lay Sisyphus
whose struggle was an uphill battle
that would not be ended by death's dark rattle
Of course Oedipus had many patients galore
whose sexual problems often came to the fore
"I'm a-Freud so," Oedipus would often say,
"your problem could be cured by one good lay."
But for camel humped dinosaur Deinocheirus
saurian babes would look at the hump and say, "Please spare us."
No humps for this humpster
and he wound up in the dumpster.
Another failed attempt to cure by Oedipus Rex
one would think of his psychiatry as a curse and a hex
because despite his beard and large specs
his patients' neuroses continued to vex.
Finally just in the nick of time
as Oedipus made lemon out of lime
a comet came hurtling from space and struck the earth
giving prehistoric psychiatry its death
but the world a chance for a second birth.


-A poem written by Christopher
 Wednesday February 4th
 2015.