While some do tag it bilious,
I love it by heart, serious,
So they said I am curious.
In apron with a scalpel,
To cut and stitch back as well,
A layman may call it hell.
With coworkers she cooperates,
And makes sure no one aspirate,
Blood drips out as she operates.
She cuts through good to remove bad,
Seldom, makes some week points hard,
She owes respect of a bard.
At times, you will hear ‘suction’
Or ‘ vicryl’ for apposition,
Or ‘please patient in motion.’
In work, she is as coxswain,
Focused, no thought of den to wine,
So blood vessels do not twine.
A heart of matured lion,
With eyes and hands on lesion,
Who else if not a surgeon.
Scribbled by Khadijat Mustapha, a final year medical student at Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto.