Ode to my Spleen

Oh spleen, luscious spleen, oh I love what you do

You filter my blood so that I don’t have to

And unlike the ungrateful’s

I will never have you removed

For spleen, humble spleen, I love you, I do.

You hold a reserve of red blood cells for me

Just in case any come out in my pee

While recycling Iron at the same time

Says a study published in 2009

You might pop If you’re hit, much to my concern

But that’s forgivable when you ask not a thing in return

Just more blood cells to filter while you lay there so stern

Oh spleen, scrumptious spleen, my trust you have earned

My dear beautiful spleen, you make me so proud

My love for you is bigger than the magellanic cloud

Which in case you don’t know is a small galaxy

But you wouldn’t have time to learn that when you’re cleaning my pee

Day after day on your hands and your knees

Which you don’t even have because those are for me

All you have is some tubes to get the job done

And some filters you’ve been using since before I turned one

You work and you work

All day and all night

So that I can lay down

Close my eyes and sleep tight

Not worry about filtering my blood before bed

Nor at lunch or at breakfast, not until I am dead

You do it all for me, you hard working slave

You do it all voluntarily

So now I will behave

I’ll take care not to be hit in in my left abdomen

Also not drink rum, vodka or gin

At least not too often as not to stress you

For all the blood that you filter, it’s the least I can do.