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Jul 2013
‘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.
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!
SALaprade
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