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Random Cartoon!
In this pun on Edgar Allan Poe and podiatrists, we see poe as a podiatrist, checking out a patient's food. He gives his prognosis: Tis a bunion. Only this, and nothing more.
"We take all kinds of insurance, this is our office assurance/ This visit, it will be covered, whether feet are broke or sore."/ Slowly I retrieved my card and stared out to the door ajarred/ A raven came and for my card to run he kindly did implore/ Soon he returned, a saddened look that differed from when he implored/ Quoth the Raven, "We don't accept Oxford."