The Operation Poem by George Savige

To hospital they sent you,
Feeling pretty bad.
And on the day you went you
Wondered what you had.

Then in a sister marches
And offers you a pill,
While standing there in starches,
Says, 'take it if you will.'

The pain starts easing slowly,
You wonder why you're here.
Then in comes Doctor Rowley,
And tells you what you fear.

'We've come to a decision,
We'll need to operate.
There'll be a small incision,
Now don't you worry mate!

I'll see you in the morning,
Keep a steady jaw.'
And just as you are yawning,
Slips out through the door.

You're woken rather early,
Told, you need a shave.
They rid you of your 'curly'.
HOW CAN YOU BE BRAVE?

Embarrassed you are trying
Hard to hide your shame.
Inside you are crying,
'Wonder what's their game? '

Battle is completed.
Nurses by the score.
Dresses starched and pleated,
Marching through the door.

Now you're feeling hungry,
Told you're not to eat.
Even though you're angry,
Nurse is firm but sweet.

And she is standing pointing,
Pointing to the south.
'I know it's disappointing,
Sign says, nil by mouth.'

A porter with a trolley,
Enters right away.
This porter, fat and jolly,
Does not make your day.

He's joking as he wheels you
Right along the hall.
And all the words he deals you
Do not help at all.

Then all at once you're waiting
By the theatre door,
You're thinking, contemplating,
What is there in store.

And then at last you're laying
'Neath a glare of light,
And softly you are praying
Prayers with all your might.

A pin goes in, and slowly
All begins to fade.
The last you see is Rowley
Standing in the shade.

You wake up then not knowing
If it's night or day.
And ask when you'll be going,
'Finished' so they say.

And now you're well and happy.
They took you home by car.
I heard you ask some chappy,
'YA WANNA SEE MY SCAR? '