Reflections on the likely classification of love as a medical disorder at some time.

 

My goodness, dear patient

you're terribly sick.

Your dreaming and doting

are clear proof of it.

 

Your moods and distraction

show cause for alarm.

This mooning about

Is a strong sign of harm.

 

You must have some treatment.

I know a good drug.

It's an ancient hop ferment

that works like a charm.

 

To be taken each evening.

Eight pints at a time.

Relieves the worst symptoms

and brings peace sublime.

 

Total recovery,

will take only months,

but relapse is common

so keep up the dose.