Could I have been a surgeon?
With scalpel at the ready
Repairing all none working bits
With gas to make you heady
I’d take out an appendix
Or stitch a ruptured spleen
With very fancy needle work
You’ll not see where I’ve been
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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