Squeamish

THREE WORD WEDNESDAY

http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/08/3ww-cclii.html

'appear, dose, pierce'

SQUEAMISH

I'm glad I live in modern times;

I can't take too much pain.

If I'm asked to grit my teeth

It goes against the grain.

Approach me with a needle

And I go slightly pale

As though I'm being threatened

With a vicious rusty nail!

I demand to be unconscious

When nasty things are done,

And I've a strong suspicion

That I'm not the only one.

How awful to have lived in times

When pain was just the norm,

Only partially deadened

By a whiff of chloroform!

Imagine all the terror,

All the anguish and the fear,

As the surgeon in his white coat

Decided to appear!

Imagine how he'd pierce you,

And how the blood would flow.

Imagine yourself screaming

'No, no, no, no, no, no!'

He might dose you up with whiskey,

But would that be successful?

The ghastly operation

Would have been so very stressful!

So, next time you're complaining

About the sins of modernity,

Remember how science saves us

From old fashioned surgery.

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RED SKY AT MORNING

First light of dawn; what sort of day?

Will we feel glad tonight?

Here comes the next act of the play

We hope it all comes right.

When I was young 'red sky at morning'

(A phrase I can't forget)

Sent to us an awful warning!

The day would turn out wet.

The dove-grey clouds presage the rain

Each flower lifts up its head

Rain will refresh them once again,

So welcome the morning red!

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