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~ 'Twas The Night Before Surgery ~

*‘Twas the night before surgery,

and all through the house,

no one was stirring,

not even my spouse.

 

Suddenly I awoke with

such a terrible fright

“Oh, my! It’s 11:45,

and I must eat before midnight!”

 

So I ran for the kitchen

with nay a moment to spare,

because I cannot eat after midnight;

No way! I wouldn’t dare!

 

There I stood in the

middle of the room,

staring at the fridge

wondering what to consume.

 

Then it hit me;

“I know what to make!”

It’s fast and it’s tasty,

a BIG chocolate milkshake!

 

But when I turned on the blender

it made such a loud noise,

that it woke up my husband,

and it woke up our boys.

 

So they came in and stared at me,

much to my demise

They all looked so bewildered

as they rubbed their sleepy eyes.

 

Then they saw the blender

and realized what was there,

“You all might as well go back to bed,

‘cause I’m not about to share!”

 

I poured it into a very large glass;

I filled it to the top.

Then I drank until it was gone,

& I felt like I could pop.

 

One by one, the hours crept by,

as I laid awake counting sheep.

That stupid milkshake made my stomach ache,

and I couldn’t go back to sleep!

 

‘Twas the night before surgery,

and there in my house;

they all slept soundly,

including my spouse.*

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Written by
salaprade
American
Published
Jul 13, 2013
Lines·Words
44·239
Notes

Several years ago, I had to undergo a series of surgeries, during which time I learned that my anesthesiologist had a sense of humor. So I wrote this for him to let him know that I knew the #1 rule: Thou shalt not eat or drink for at least 8 hours prior to general anesthesia!

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