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Tuesday 22 October 2019

Stone


Stone

They’re going to bombard it
With short pulses of ultrasound
The doctor sounds quite confident
That it won’t long be around

They hope it’ll break into pieces
Fragment into passable bits
But I’m not quite so optimistic
In fact it’s giving me the shits

What if it hurts?  What if it’s painful?
I’m not so sure that I’ll cope
I have to trust in these medical men
All that I can do now is to hope

The next stage is the laser
But that’s not much to my liking
Then keyhole surgery if it gets desperate
To kick the ass of this alien thing

It’s grim and it’s aching all day
It niggles inside of my kidney
But I’ve just got to get rid of it
Just how hard can this lozenge be?

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2019

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