Shayari Bazar

Shakey went to a psychiatrist Doc he said I ve got a trouble Every time I get into bed I think there`s somebody under it I get under the bed; I think there`s somebody on top of it Top under top under you got to help me I`m going crazy Just put yourself in my hands for two years said the shrink Come to me three times a week and I`ll cure your fears How much do you charge? A hundred dollars per visit I`ll sleep on it said Shakey Six months later the doctor met Shakey on the street Why didn`t you ever come to see me again? asked the psychiatrist For a hundred buck`s a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars Is that so How? He told me to cut the legs off the bed