laugh - i nearly died
and then in the femoral artery
slips in the stainless steel
and the iodine stained alabaster
feels the pale oxygen unreel
and then in the great trochanter
around which the hippies reel and reel
daisies in headscarfs and wines all banter
they sing that life’s no big deal
and then in the hypothalamus
in the pituitary axis’s to and flow
the orchestra tunes up before us
for it’s nearly time for the show
and then in the inside of outside
the cranium is clearly cleaved
meninges that spidered about, ride
over the gyri and sulci bereaved
and then in text book before you
all swirls in an exhaustion belied
you head falls bump on the word ague
and in hyperthermia your thoughts are all fried
this body of knowledge eternal
has been named by those gone before
you could try the topic venereal
but the gloves and the slides are a bore
so take no decisions lightly
until every diagnosis has been explored
then nail the lesion quite sprightly
and no one need ever be bored
for doctor my love i trust you
but god only knows why i should
if you follow a rhyme
it will take you no time
to write some silly old verse
and if it’s a medical rhyme
it certainly will be no time
before they take you away in a hearse
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