My life was a geranium

Tulip exit metempsychosis
Telephone biscuit quite a neurosis
Strain broccoli oldie
Appendix quite mouldy
And peasant absence in five doses.

"My life was a geranium" said the geranium. The psychoanalyst looked concerned. Arthur looked concerned. Prince Charles looked the intellectual of the family. The intellectual looked back. You remind me of something that rhymes with 'alveolus'," he said.

"King?" hazarded Prince Charles.

"String?" jeopardized the geranium.

"Don't mind if I do," said Dougal.