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A Surgeon's Tools


A scalpel is a devise

It is rather precise

To guarantee the most accuracy

Slice and dice, nip and tuck

This is a job that does not suck

 

Hold the contents of your stomach if you can manage

A squirt of blood from a nick

Stich one by one to repair the damage

Steady hands, hope not for a tick

Clamps, forceps, and surgical needles

This is a job not for the feeble

 

Bone cutters are often used

Cadavers should be your muse

Go all in, don’t hesitate

This is a job for me, I imagine

 

 

 

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