Poem By Gillian Thurlby

Doom and Gloom
And have you heard
She’s going to have an op.
Not just a lump
Or a nick and a tuck
They’re going to open her up.
With a slice and a saw
And a pumping of blood
They’ll stop the old heart
Then call for the pig.
They’ll shove in its bit
And cobble her up
They’ll undo the pump
And give her a jump
They’ll get out the staples,
The pliers and string
And hope that they haven’t left anything in.
They’ll push in a tube
Wherever they can
They’ll give her a fix
And say wake up ‘nan’
Its time to move on
Forget any pain
There are others in line
And we’re dying to do it again.

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