Short Surgeon Poems
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A surgical scissor cuts
To heal a man out of sorts
The surgeon operates the malignance
To remove the cancer of belligerence
“Hey, when is my turn?”
asks the horse.
“Hold your horses,”
says the plastic surgeon,
“while I give the duck
a quick nip and tuck.”
John Keats qualified as a surgeon apothecary
before concocting his poetry
He also wrote ballads & odes
but sonnets were his favourite mode
Ophelia had cancerous breasts
According to all of the tests
But old Doctor Kaiser
Was simply a miser
Who plundered the most treasured chests
Entering relaxed and delicate
The surgeon adjusts the tiny strands
Taking care to strike completely the offending fiber
Like a medical ninja
A fine poet and doctor is he
But my chats with him stopped suddenly.
He cut into me good.
It makes sense that he would
since his specialty is surgery!
When my body begins to burgeon,
I go to see my plastic surgeon.
His magic tucks and nips
will make me smaller hips;
but he just smiles and says, “Stop splurgin'.”
we see surgeon generals warnings and oh my godding but not this.to-wit with
the wit to undertsand.my up cut man done behand kate beckinsale.well,what fell
when i did?
there was a young surgeon named Bob
who learned his craft on the job
on a post op exam
with stethoscope in hand
realized where he left his Swiss watch and fob
Hair today, gone tomorrow,
My follicles falling to my sorrow,
Ten thousand dollars to my surgeon,
Some people think I might be splurgin',
But I can't wait for my new hair to grow.
Who knew it would be in the cards
that I’d be preparing Swiss chard.
Saute’d in extra-virgin,
you’ll avoid the heart surgeon,
but it tastes much better with lard!
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse got an electric shock
Thought he would die but only his ears interlocked
Could hear himself think
His life on the brink
Surgeon said, “try giving your head a good bop”
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse got an electric shock
Thought he would die but only his ears interlocked
Could hear himself think
His life on the brink
A surgeon said, “try giving your head a good bop”
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse got an electric shock
Thought he would die but only his ears interlocked
Could hear himself think
His life on the blink
Surgeon said try giving your head a real good bop
Cut me cut me! Oh scalpel of thy surgeon,
Expose my inner organs to the world to see,
As I lay on the operating table helplessly,
My life now lies in the hands of those standing over me,
I live if they did right and I die if they don’t.
When darkness styled me for a while
He deftly like a surgeon broke the spell
Begin we dropping dangled from a chute
From above we land one step from hell
Remember … You jumped and pulled the ripcord to start the journey
I'd like to be so witty,
But I don't know how it's done,
My brain's been on malfunction
And it doesn't seem to run.
I went to a gynecologist,
But he said, "Wrong door Gup,"
You definitely need a brain surgeon,
Your lump's a little further up."
Hey Tom Cunningham, you could help bring Putin down,
Plastic surgery has made him into a legendary clown,
Ridicule him whilst highlighting his inhumanity,
Mock him but telling of his insanity,
Advise him his plastic surgeon should give him a frown
Horrendously explosive nimble ball juggler
Athletic and Ever-Attacking game shuffler
Maradona upgraded and improved version
Awesomely admiring soccer surgeon
Ruthless with the heart and strength of a Lion
Devours the opponent with the boot of an iron
i am a figure, a mystery person, you don't know me, i want to be a poet, i want to be a surgeon. i am not real, a figment of your imagination, i am a shadow, i am your creation. i am a life driver, and a late arriver, i survived life, i am a soul survivor.
An ambulance screeches to the hospital entrance,
In a mortuary van lies’ the father, such a senseless
Accident - child bleeding is rushed into theatre
The surgeon arrives’ goes up the elevator,
Sees patient, this is my son, operating would be reckless!
“Nip and tuck” her surgeon says,
crow’s feet on the run
Tighter skin on feathered whims,
botox zero-sum
An ageless wonder creaks inside,
bones preserve the tale
And when she smiles her lips on fire
—wanton to regale
(The New Room: December, 2021)
If I was in an operating room
It would be fair to say
Somebody would tell me
Have faith in God and pray.
But why rely on an invisible friend
To help and save my life
When it’s a surgeon standing over me
Holding the ruddy knife?
Empty as a new house
Without the eagerness to move in.
The struggle to breathe
Is almost asthmatic.
Tornado-like force
Sucks away any life within.
The smile on her face, so fake
Yet a plastic surgeon would be fooled.
But they don't care
They never did care..
Here is R26475
He’s your surgeon, head of ward Five.
I have no word
This seems absurd
But he actually kept me alive.
Thank you R26475
Both knees are fixed, I can take a dive.
You helped me so much
My toes I can touch.
You’ve given me back my groove and jive.