Oh, Hadley. How perfect she

Tries to be—

Quick! Off to this and

That, we must never be

Late, or else

What a bad doctor we’d be,

How like my mother I’d be, always

Getting sick and such.

Oh, Hadley.

--

He sits in his chair, back hunched over.

Ever been to Everest?

Foreman hasn’t.

But every day he tries to get there, tries

To be that perfect doctor and that

Perfect scientist,

Everything

Just so!

He must be the one who sets the record.

Patients, ho!

He shouts with glee.

I’m going to set the record today!

He sits and sits and sits (but today isn’t over until tomorrow!)

--

Ah, what a wonderful pair!

Oh, what chemistry combines here—

Such endorphins rushing!

Such blood pumping!

And how free!

Oh, what a marvelous pair!

When he kissed her with passionate

Embrace,

A Christmas gift for the one he loved!

How his eyes twinkled!

How I loved him!

What emotions were stimulated in that long kiss!

(Such women cried! What jealously was evoked there!)

A merry little Christmas!

(A joyous celebration)—

Indeed!