Spleen!

This is a poem that Karli wrote that I totally love and had to share with you all!

A Surgeon

There was a Surgeon, a smart lass of twenty-seven
Who most thought was an angel, and would surely get to heaven.
Her stunning looks and overly kind ways
Sent most single men into a trance or daze.
Her teeth were whiter than the clouds in the sky
And she spoke words sweeter than any kind of pie.
In attire, she boasted a doctor’s badge on the navy blue scrubs
That showed off her slim figure, definitely not a chub.
She seemed like the most ideal type of girl.
Now the name of this brunette surgeon was Pearl
And she had spent nine years studying spleens
Until she became an expert oh so keen.
In surgery, her mission was to remove the spleens that rot
And place them in a nice biohazard pot
Where later they’d go to a fiery flame,
Never again to make their owners feel lame.
Though in truth, Pearl removed very few spoiled spleens,
And this is why, deep down, Pearl was terribly mean,
With her sapphire stare and lips rosy pink,
Pearl would charm her male patients to think
Their spleens could not be mended, being dreadfully diseased
And would need to have removal in order to be appeased.
The love struck men fell for her awful cheat
Paying loads of money to her despicable deceit.
This dishonest income left her with wads of cash
That she spent on clothes, shoes, and a Chevy that could dash.
What’s even worse is the moral crushing fact
That Pearl would secretly hide in her own pack
The robust spleens from that pot of disgust
To later use to satisfy her ravenous lust.
Spleen casserole, spleen sandwiches, spleen stew,
There wasn’t anything malicious Pearl couldn’t brew.
When without an appetite, Pearl went online
To the black market to make profit of her habit so malign.
Illegal spleen eaters across the world love sales
Of Pearl’s illicitly stolen entrails.
To conclude, she may be quite a gorgeous, bright girl,
But be cautious, especially men, when there’s a hungry Pearl.