The Researcher.
He always had a bag to grab,
And rush to his office in a cab;
Things were waiting in his lab,
Each one laid out on every slab;
At times he just had to dab,
At other times he had to swab;
The work often became drab,
Or unpredictable like a crab;
His wife never failed to jab,
On the raw crust of his scab;
She felt he lived like a nawab,
Enjoying in his lab hot kabob,
Was punishable, this verbal stab?
Can she be held with a cop’s nab?
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