Not wealthy but got a rich-man’s malady
A firm swelling housed in her belly
But her helpless estate found God’s favor.
She pulled topnotch surgeons and nurses
Without a penny favour was gotten
For her name, Mary, found mercy at Jesus feet
What a gracious chance to live again!
A skinny teenager on table laid supine
Unruffled but with mild anxiety within
Sleeping drugs snatched her conscious
Trunk was scrubbed to sterile touch.
Deep in sleep, she was draped so cute
A brave incision was made straight up-down
Only surgical witch and wizard this can do
For a feeble heart, a good surgeon cannot be!
In her belly, slippery omentum hailed us
Below this, guts got their gut within
The monster was found staring at us
A bizzare, tuber-shaped, firm as tip of nose mass.
We were for awhile figuring out anatomy
But flashes of plastic ideas cruised in
A kind of idea that makes the simple wise
Such an inspiration is not earthly but divine!
Two hours into surgery was like thirty minutes
I must say we enjoyed divine speed
Another grace to save a destiny well favored
It was indeed another chance to survive.
The monster was nipped at the neck
Chocolate collections drained and suctioned
Cavity was irrigated, excess pouch closed
Vestigial tissue excised, vital organs saved.
Fascia apposed and skin stapled;
Wound dressed and patient cleaned;
Wheeled to the room;
What a chance to live again!