His operation had been a success, <br />a student nurse arrived with sponge and soap. <br />He slurred his speech, 'hello my dear, God bless.' <br />She knew he was still under all that dope. <br /> <br />'I'm here to sponge your legs and arms and then your back, ' <br />she whispers, reddening, to which he then replies: <br />'Please tell me if my testicles are black? ' <br />She hesitates, then looks him in the eyes. <br /> <br />She pulls the covers from his legs in one swift move. <br />Grabs hold of all his most essential, precious ware, <br />inspects the balls and referee, also the groove. <br />'No sir, ' she whispers, ' they are coloured pretty fair; <br /> <br />you must be groggy from the op still but to think <br />that they would change while you were under the old knife <br />to raven black from velvet soft and pretty pink <br />please be assured, they will be longing for your wife.' <br /> <br />'I thank you kindly, ' he replies, 'for this sweet touch <br />I have not felt such pleasant feelings in some time, <br />I do appreciate your hand so very much <br />and may I add that all my gear is in its prime.' <br /> <br />And then he asked her, with a touch of burning need: <br />'would you give me now the answer I still lack: <br />Leave your hand there, it is healing me, indeed <br />Are my test results, the urgent ones, now back? '<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-my-test-results-back/
