Operation

OPERATION

Now listen to the tale I tell
of little Lucinda;
by night and day she did rebel
against Nurse Philippa, -
she lost weight, wailed, remained unwell,
which worried her Mamma.

In order all her fears to quell
we called a minicar,
and hurried to the hospital,
which wasn’t very far.
The doctors wanted to dispel
the doubts our brows did bar.

But having heard her heartbeat swell,
they sent a camera
to photograph each tiny cell,
at which they said: “Ah, Ah!
we’ll have to operate as well,
there will be one long scar.”

We feared she’d ne’er again get well
after the theatre, -
her pulse rate rose, her blood count fell,
fresh blood was her nectar.
But now, as sound as any bell,
Lucinda is a star!

21 June 1975

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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