The Doctor

He comes to see you when you're ill,

He gives you powder, dose and pill,

Your tongue consults,

Then feels your pulse,

And he is always "dressed to kill!"

George Street, Limerick

The Mother-in-Law

When Mother-in-law holds the key,

And lets you in after a spree,

She'll recite all your wrongs,

Poke your ribs with the tongs,

And wallop you over her knee.