He's dressed in green,
a mask obscures his face,
his features lean
it's a plain simple case.

Before you know he soaks
the blood and preaches
that for these women folks
one should use leeches.

Which is what in the past
some healers did,
and to the very last
these wigglies hid.

That's why today we cut
make straight the nose
it's almost done now, but
hand me that hose.

He shoves the big green hose
inside her mouth,
out through the nose again
then aims it south.

It's good that Mary snoozed
and Hubby too,
the children were amused
and so were you.

Note: No, they didn't straighten the nose (it was cute and straight enough) , just the septum. Snip, Snip.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mary-s-operation/