The Ganglion
did you say:
dont know what is it?
a ganglion of course
isn’t famous a bit
it is a disease
that can do no harm
a ganglion is nothing
it got no charm
you see a hill
under your skin
its so small and yet
you lose your grin
as the doctor sees
the mistry he solves
“its a ganglion
on its own it dissolves”
you wait desperately
for the hill to vanish
that happen soon
you always wish
you look at your wrist
where it lies
the hill, the ganglion
not at all nice
one half of a TT ball
put inside your skin
thats the ganglion
a stupid bulge therein
as the days pass
the bulge only grows
you get worried
on your face it shows
you bang at his door.
the docotor says: “hi,
if it doesn’t leave
lets kick it high”
he uses the syringes
does this, does that
and the ganglion is gone
the hill turns flat
the unwanted guests
who keep coming on
you have faced often
aren’t they ganglions?
no doctor can help
all you do is wait
a ganglion is better
you can at least operate
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