The Pelvis of Life - My Orthopaedic Journey

This pathway is doubly dangerous That one who cuts my stitches A tad too short Is the same who reaches Carelessly too close To that dreadful corona mortis God’s own anatomical variant A beautiful but fearful anastomosis A marriage of a sweet obturator And a rather inferior epigastric My ultimate dream Is to broach and to ream That sweet canal So I ignore that fire Set on my path I size up the breadth and girth Of a choice that was never fair Whatever it takes, I swear I won’t stumble into oblivion Neither will I sway into varus Until my tools are packed And my destination reached Mine will be a glorious tale With an ending marked By an exaltation of larks Hands steady as a rock Eyes keen as a hawk I fear neither the dark nor the cold I will push and I will reach For that prize of gold My heart will sing When I restore with my knife So never ever forget my name For this will not be my last dance In this dark pelvis of life!