Out on my daily walk
Each step provoked a squawk;
My feet told me that morn
I'd long ignored that corn;

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I called my best friend Ben;
To see who he'd recommend;
He said, "Oh, I've got had a gem! 
Just call my DPM."

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Doctor Kazinsky, please..
I wonder..Is he Russian, Ukranian or Viennese? 

I got in right that noon;
Sat in that little room;
As I removed my sock
In stepped... a lady doc??

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Dumbstuck at her beauty
And stunned by her awesome face,
I was frozen, completely kaput;
Her sexy lips said,
"Dahlink, let me look at your foot"!

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The eyes, the smile, the hair
All I could do is stare;
Her legs my eyes could not let go;
I gurgled a wimpy "hello".

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In that moment in time,
I dreamt that she might be mine;
I imagined a romance we'd find;
But then....

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She laughed, I could have sworn,   
"That's quite a nasty corn!
You left this yellowed mound to grow--
It's like an eleventh toe!"

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And you left out a few details:
Ingrown and fungused nails!
I'll bet that bunion's new--
Oh, we've got so much to do!" 

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I left the office on wings,
Dreaming impossible things;
Was there hope for a romance-to-be--
This podiatrix and me?