Mezmo

Mezmo
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Mezmo was a hypnotist,
The finest in the land,
His power of persuasion,
No one could withstand.
Audiences lavished praise,
Legion were his fans,
Many maids uncrossed their legs
While trusting in his hands.
Mezmo's wife, a pleasant soul,
Became his helpless victim,
Suggestions post-hypnotic
Made her lay eggs like a chicken.
Afterwards, she'd come around
And find him close beside her,
She would cluck most happily,
Being none the wiser.
In other ways he used his wife,
For Mezmo travelled far,
He'd simply snap his fingers
Then drive her like a car.
Upon return her hands would burn
And Mezmo always teased
And blamed upon her clumsiness,
The skid-marks on her knees.
Mezmo met a nasty end
Outside the "Bijou Theatre"
Struggling to jam a coin
Into a parking  meter.
No one saw it happen,
This part's really weird...
Mezmo's wife ran over him
While idling in gear.

            M.B.Curry