Feel Like Talking Poem by Ima Ryma

I was not at home and got lost.
A stranger took me to police.
But out of my fear and exhaust,
I did refuse to speak my piece.
A doctor came to check me out.
My family had taught me to
Speak to one if I had no doubt
I trusted one to help me true.
The doctor seemed like one to trust.
I told him my name, first and last.
Then my full address I discussed.
This info seemed to flabbergast.

Now I'm back with my family,
Happy as a parrot can be.