|
Each To His Own!If we all were of the same feelings, Certain jobs just wouldn't get done, We'd be in a mess, oh yes we would, And some of them aren't much fun! And yep, this job in particular, I have to say, that just for me, I'm glad that there are surgeons like this, Cos I'd be in a terrible mess you see! They are specialists of the bowel, Oh yes, but you know what? I think I take my hat off to them, I mean, it's not the best end they've got! Now I personally couldn't do that job, Cos let's face it, what a mess it'd be! Open that up, oh sugar plumbs... Nope, that won't do for me!! But I take my hat off to them, I do! Especially as they have to sort me out! Coooor, I wouldn't want to be awake for that! Of that there is no doubt! So plugs up noses, rubber gloves on, Masks all at the ready! To slice and dice, and slice some more! But hey Dr, make sure your hands steady! Boom, Boom! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
|
| |||||||||||||||||||
|