Night Owl has been a busy bird,
Coz that is his way,
He's been visiting his local M.D.,
That's his task today.
He went for a yearly check up,
Two years overdue,
It's something that we all put off,
It's something we all do.
So, our brave little avarian friend,
Was not being very slack,
He was off to see another feathered friend,
In the guise of a quack.
However, I stray from my intended point,
The purpose of this verse,
Is to highlight what happens at the doctor's,
When he's a bit perverse.                                                    

Our hero enters the surgery,
And into the consultation room,
The doctor gives him an evil glance,
That fills the Owl with doom.
The doctor does the check up,
His tongue began its wags,
"You'd be a lot healthier if,
You'd stop having those fags."                                                    

After a moment's brief hesitation,
Night Owl punched him in the face,
He wasn't putting up with that nonsense,
He put him in his place.
Not that he was really offended,
It mattered to him not,
But as far as he was then concerned,
the doctor deserved all he got.                                                    

As Night Owl left the surgery,
And grabbed his keys from the shelf,
He muttered to the doctor,
"Physician, heal thyself."                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz                                                   

(and boy, it's good to be back)