Sits assistant in the chair, <br />on his lap with thick blond hair <br />slumps a boy, mouth open wide, <br />one strong hand on either side. <br /> <br />Tiny squirts of toxic badness <br />into fabric mask of madness, <br />ethyl chloride puts you under, <br />ether brings the out cold yonder. <br /> <br />Scalpel made of stainless steel <br />slightly curved to let him peel <br />tonsil tissue from the crypts, <br />just a touch of solid stypts. <br /> <br />Gets the little bleeders quiet <br />they can make for quite a riot, <br />peel and cut with gentle hands, <br />that is what his task demands. <br /> <br />Adenoidal, rotten tissue <br />now becomes the final issue, <br />ring-nosed pliers, one quick squeeze, <br />patient fights with two strong knees. <br /> <br />Bit more ether, there you go, <br />almost time to end this show. <br />Cauterise and Cauterise! <br />So - you don't get a surprise <br /> <br />in the middle of the night <br />when the staff nurse gets a fright. <br />Figures are, I'm realistic <br />from the global net statistic <br /> <br />during days of this technique <br />it was scary to be sick! <br />Two thousand patients opened wide <br />and of those children, one has died.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tonsillectomy/
