She stood up, after downing three glasses of wine, and with Geena beside her to help carry the tune, she sang a little ditty she’d written to the tune of “Pop Goes the Weasel.”
Pop Goes the Kidney?
The surgeon’s in the operating room,
His secy’s on the phone to Cuba,
The charts are a mess so he takes out a kidney
Instead of the fallopian tub-a!
She’s been with him for 21 years
And shown up for almost five,
(He pays her out of petty cash)
And some of his patients are still alive!
This time tho’ he’s raving mad
That poor Mom’s on dialysis
“Why did I give her commendables?
That night, it was only one kiss.”
I just don’t care—she’s got to go,
I want her gone by tomorrow
Her sexy long legs and long blond hair
Have caused me too much sorrow.
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