Down through the years, all those burgers and fries

Had stuck to my waistline, like honey draws flies.

Coupled to facts like a stomach wall weakness

Would lead to no good and result in a mess.

Doctors had warned me said facts would conspire

To cause quite a blowout of my personal spare tire.

And that is what happened with one powerful sneeze,

I blew a big hole in my tire. Hole-y Geez !

I was left with that hole quite near the plumbing

That needed repair, and with gas causing numbing,

I presumed that the fix would be high tech, custom fit.

What the doc, in fact, used was a tire repair kit.

This is the manner in which ruptures are fixed.

They plug up the hole, no if, buts, or tricks.

Then, through a slit in your gut, they commence to insert

A mesh made of non-degradable stuff quite inert.

The muscles and tissue that just get cut through

Simply grow all around the netting so true ,

Until neither is showing an evidenced fix,

The physician is done; whilst his money belt clicks.

Hernia surgery is minor. At least, so they say.

Its cost is quite major and as we damages pay,

We note this operation leaving money purse thin,

Removes nil from one’s body. It puts something in.

  Copyright © 2009 by Frank Koerner