STONED

[Everyone will, it is believed, know that that lovely, lovely
word, “Colysystectomy” - that’s it - removal of gall bladder.
Challenged to find a rhyme for the word, here is:]

They did me a colesystectomy:
They thought that they ought with respect to me,
Then with loving care they resurrected me, Stoned.

Like an olive on pre-luncheon business,
Like a pebble-picked spit on an isthmus,
Like a raisin the week before Christmas, Stoned.

Now, my ballast was formerly frightful,
And without it I skip, spry and spriteful,
And my life is becoming delightful, Stoned.

With my fall upon stony ground ended,
And my this and that sewn up and mended,
Dear friends, I can quite recommend it, Being stoned.
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