Doctor,Doctor,Sick in bed

Doctor,Doctor,sick in bed,

Called the vet . And the vet doc said,

"Doctor,take a few weeks off--

It cured my cow of the whooping cough.

If that doesn't work ,then take these pills--

It cured my horse of the bloomin' chills.

If that doesn't work ,I'll give you a shot--

It cured my pig of the sprindle-rot.

If that won't work,I'll saw off your leg--

It cured my neighbor's sisters,Peg.

And if that won't work,"the vet doc cried.

"Doctor,Doctor ,you done died!"

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Hyperbole- If that won't work,I'll saw of your leg.

Repetition-If doesn't work,I'll give you a shot--

It cured my pig of the sprindle-rot.

Rhyme-If it doesn't work,then take pills--

It cured my horse of the bloomin' chills.,k

I choose this poem because I was sick for multiple weeks from a cold. When the poem said you done you died it exactly describes ,when I thought about my terrible cold.