An attractive young lady asked me
to get naked this morning, so I got down
off the cot and disrobed after she left.
Then my wife helped me into the hospital gown.
It wasn't a perfect fit, and it was
a little breezy in the back,
but I wasn't there for a fashion show.
I thought of the doc. Was he a quack?
One minute the anesthesiologist
was telling me to breathe deep,
and the next minute, or so it seemed,
He was waking me from my sleep.
Before the surgery, I had asked the doc:
"When this is over, will I be able to
play the piano? " and he said, "Oh, sure! "
"That's wonderful, doctor, " I told him.
"I was never able to play it before! "
The surgery was successful, so they say.
A simple biopsy was all they did.
For a few days I may be an invalid,
but it's better than an autopsy any day!
Great poem. Glad you survived to write a poem. Sometimes a biopsy can become a bioscope straight out of op theatre
The piano part was hilarious, and the last line is brilliant!
It is to agree that you are a master poet of humor. This is really a brilliant poem on surgery with humor and fun. TFS.
I laughed out loud at the piano part, and again on the last line. Your sense of humor is unmatched on this website! Fabulous poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely sense of humor. So lacking these days.
Thank you, Jane. Most of my poems are intended to be humorous.