Teaf

Audrey came to audit,
But it was dusk, doggone it.
Care for the colour, if you will
Of the doctor, who rejoices more in your bill.
It seems umpteen times, you say,
That he dishes out panadol, to your dismay.
But wanton disregard for your wellness,
May lead to the dumps and your dullness.
Better turn over to a new leaf,
It does behove you, without a teaf.
And what's a teaf, you wonder.
Well I had to make it rhyme, though its a blunder.