Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Healer

"Doctor, Doctor," I get the call

Many a late night, early morn.

Patient awake, climbing the wall,

Just has to get me on the horn

To come over, fast as I can

To wipe away this baby's tears,

To make him feel fine as a man,

To heal away his stormy fears.

And so I grab my bag of tricks

And hurry over to his place,

Diagnosis - sexual kicks,

Cuz he's always a hard core case.

Make lots of house calls I must say,

Healing the aching Marvin Gaye.