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~ Ode
To An
Operation
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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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