I once was the man who knew too much
About transient vertigo.
When the birds whirled round I would stand spellbound;
My notorious balance would show.
From my high rear window I'd dangle a rope
In a frenzy and watch while it fell.
I had the suspicion that my condition
Would lead to a permanent hell.
It was bad as stage fright when I tottered around
From due east to north by northwest.
I called Dr. Mike: "Oh, I must be a psycho!"
Said Mike, "There's a simple test."
And he found the cause--no shadow of a doubt--
"You're the wrong man to suffer. Yes,
It's a touch of Meniere's in your inner ears!"
And I'm better now, I confess.
15! Count 'em.
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