Better Than The Other Choice Poem by Kim Barney

An attractive young lady asked me
to get naked this morning, so I got down
off the cot and disrobed after she left.
Then my wife helped me into the hospital gown.

It wasn't a perfect fit, and it was
a little breezy in the back,
but I wasn't there for a fashion show.
I thought of the doc. Was he a quack?

One minute the anesthesiologist
was telling me to breathe deep,
and the next minute, or so it seemed,
He was waking me from my sleep.

Before the surgery, I had asked the doc:
"When this is over, will I be able to
play the piano? " and he said, "Oh, sure! "
"That's wonderful, doctor, " I told him.
"I was never able to play it before! "

The surgery was successful, so they say.
A simple biopsy was all they did.
For a few days I may be an invalid,
but it's better than an autopsy any day!