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Ode To An Operation ~
The operation was a
success
But the appendage, what
a mess,
Amputation considered, I
must confess
It may be early days I
guess, yet how can I
rest.
Why wasn't I warned, I
want to know
Of swelling, of pain, of
black bruises that show,
I ask, was it worth it
still to go
Will this old rooster,
ever so cockily crow.
A million dollars...
would that compensate
Oh no, they'd say it's
far too late,
Just take a look at the
use by date
Oh yes, they'd say, it
is your fate.
But, I'll crow again, I
know I will
Maybe not quite so high,
not quite so shrill,
Thanks dear medico, I
admire you still
But, you sure did
deliver a bitter-sweet
pill.
At this point, the
caregiver must come in
for a mention
I'm sure she feels she's
under detention,
Get me this, get me
that, such is the
tension
I'm coming she cries,
but I'm just on the
pension!
There's more to the
picture than meets the
eye
I will go on about it,
just in case I die,
Not finished yet, is my
mortal cry
And you need to know
more, so you too can
try.
They fill you with
needles and little pink
pills
The attention is great,
if you really are ill,
Another tablet sir? Is
the pain in there still?
Oh yes, you say... like
a great big dill.
Then the real suffering
starts, on arrival at
home
My stomach hurts, as
from the ether I moan,
I'm nauseous, I'm crook,
I'll vomit... I groan
Too sick to even want
that ice-cream cone!.
There's a tablet for
reflux and for
constipation
And they really do work
is my explanation,
I feel better, such
great jubilation
After all, there
certainly won't be a
cremation!
To sum it all up, hear
my recommendation
Choose the surgeons
knife, with great
trepidation,
For they'll nick, and
they'll tuck, to stitch,
their obligation
But, you will surely
pay... is my
confirmation.
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