Struggle to awake, but must as nature calls

Yawn, stretch out wide and scratch my balls

Why the latter? Suppose it’s because I can

Just one of those things about being a man.

Must have been a one hell of a night

Can’t even manage to count to two right

Even my simple math has gone awry

Three spheres I feel, that’s one too high

Better pop down to see the Quack

Need to get this worry off my back

I’m sure he’ll say it’s a simple cyst

That’ll evaporate like a morning mist

He agrees but with just a minor doubt

So hospital beckons to check it out

To confirm his professional decision

I’ll need to have just a small incision.

Lying abed in paper gown dressed

Watching the needle slowly pressed

Don’t get chance even sleep to fight

Before out, as the proverbial light

That is when my mind had to stop

So I recall nought of the actual op

Coming around some later time

Distinctly feeling none too fine

Eyelids still closed tight, I hear them walk

Stepping up to my bed to begin their talk

Deep voice speaks “Didn’t like what we found

Removed the lot, but now he should be sound”

My eyes open wide in instant dread

Voice shaking I implore, “The lot you said?”

“We cut off your left one and the tumour too.

I’m really sorry! It’s all we were able to do”

Fortunately the tumour didn’t get too far

I’m recovered now, except for the scar

I’m amazed at how I began to feel

As those around me helped me heal

Now when I wake and count up to one

I smile, remembering how it could have gone

Compared with what the Big C can cost

I’m OK! After all it’s only one ball I’ve lost