Dr. Michael Weins

The Lantern and Cable

He lay on his side
On the exam table;
As the Doctor inserted,
A lantern and a cable.

No bullet to bite on,
Or morphine given;
As into the hole
The instrument was driven.

The procedure was needed,
And a rubber band was tied;
There was a groan of success,
And someone cried.

It’s a nasty sort of work,
Only an expert could do this task;
When it come to relieving
That place you shouldn’t ask.

So if you’ve got an issue,
Below your back and navel;
Better call Dr. Weins,
With his lantern and cable.

Larry D. Sparks