PULL IT OUT

A splinter’s stuck
Beneath my skin
It’s in my finger
Not my chin.

Need a surgeon
Need a nurse
Can’t stop the pain.
It’s getting worse.

What’s the problem?
Pull it out
Find a way 
“For crying out loud”!

Need a potion
Need a spell
It’s infected
Hurts like hell!

Microbes, toxins
Bugs galore
I can’t take this
Anymore. 

Find the tweezers
Improvise
Can’t you see it?
Help me guys!

Grab it, pinch it
Do your best 
I’m in pain
Yes, more than less. 

On a scale of
One to ten
It’s the worst
It’s so intense.

Should consider
Amputation
I may need
An operation.

Must be pressing
On a nerve
This kind of pain
I don’t deserve.

How about 
An anesthetic?
Sorry I am
So pathetic.

Felt the needle
Fell asleep
They pulled it out
From underneath.

Two inches long
They were surprised
Could not believe
It’s length, it’s size.

So thankful
I began to cry
When I woke up
I realized. 

The pain I felt
At last was gone
Thanks to Carol
Bob and Shawn.

To the staff
That was “on call”
I’m grateful to you
One and all. 

______________________

Image: Google Images. Best Health Magazine.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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