My friend Ted has scribbleitis.
He loves to scribble anywhere.
Ted scribbles in his Sunday best.
He scribbles in his underwear.

He scribbled on his bedroom walls.
He scribbled on his mother’s soap.
When they took him to see a doctor
Ted scribbled on his stethoscope.

Last night while I was sound asleep
And stretched out comfy in my bed,
He must have crept into my room
And scribbled “something” on my head.