THE DOCTOR IS IN


THE DOCTOR IS IN
 



 
The door was shut against intruders,
NO ADMITTANCE read the sign,
The room, immaculately clean,
No sign of dirt or grime.
 
The doctor's mask fit snugly,
Showing just a pair of eyes,
Serious and all-seeing,
Eager and alive.
 
The only clue to his concern,
Was the furrow in his brow,
His hands were steady as a rock,
And he was ready now.
 
His fingers scrubbed and gloved,
His gown sterile and germ-free,
The patient prepped and ready, too,
Thus, began the surgery.
 
The ceiling floods were on,
The operating theatre bright,
The surgeon barked out his commands,
"SUTURE!  SCALPEL!  KNIFE!"
 
Then with deftness he performed
The most delicate of tasks,
He concentrated fully,
And was competent and fast.
 
A lone figure waited,
Just outside the door.
Stress showed upon her face,
She was worried and heartsore.
 
Inside the surgeon shook his head,
There was need to mop his brow,
More complicated than anticipated,
Yet he persevered somehow.
 
He slowed; something not quite right,
Perhaps, another tact,
There - that works -  that's better,
Now he was back on track.
 
Shortly, the door flew open,
The doctor stepped outside and grinned,
"Thuck-theth, Melitha, your dolly'th done,
I put her eye back in."
 
"Th-tanley, you're the ver-ry beth't,"
Melissa kissed his cheek,
Embarrassed, Stanley turned and fled,
And dropped her dolly at her feet!
 
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright December 2002
 
 

 

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