Mount Sinai Hospital, Toronto
Break a Leg
Off to the hospital and anticipating a new knee. I’m already called the bionic boy. I was wheeled into the
surgery. Just minutes before, I compiled a poem.
Break a Leg
You know the saying, “Break a leg,”
Well, that’s what Backstein is about to do
The surgeon will be opening my leg
A performance by him and his crew
When a bionic part enters my machine
He’d execute with care when it’s actually free
With trusty tools he’ll be sharp and clean
Months back he tackled my left knee
And today it’ll be the right
My body is a pod with more than a pea
I’ll all be finished by tonight
I’m glad I’m not a millipede
That would kill the doc for sure
Surgeons are in demand – a need
They live for a patient’s repair and cure
That is a part of their earned legacy
And when the operation is all over
He, I and the crew will be in ecstasy
And our hearts will be wrapped in clover
May the Source be with you!
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