Snip Snip
Forty years a surgeon
the finest in the land
Now he gets a shoddy watch
of inexpensive brand
Forty years he’d tolerated
laughter and derision
Just because he chose to
specialise in circumcision
But he just grinned and suffered
all the nasty jibes and quips
Because they didn’t know that
he had saved up all the tips
His wife however made a gift
for she knew how to stitch
She’d made a leather wallet
out of all those willy bits
A wallet, is that all, he said
derision on his face
Just give it a rub she said
et voilà, a suitcase
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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