cabbitzilla | (no subject)

This just -had- to be posted. My renegade PennMUSH coder has been spending long hours fine tuning globals... and as a profit of his labors, he gifted me with this:

We praise the colo-rectal surgeon,
Misunderstood and much miligned,
Slaving away in the heart of darkness,
Working where the sun don't shine!

Respect the colo-rectal surgeon,
It's a calling few would crave,
Lift up your hands and join us,
Let's all do the finger wave!

When it comes to spreading joy,
There are many techniques;
Some spread joy to the world,
And others just spread cheeks!

Some may think the cardiologist
Is their best friend,
But the colo-rectal surgeon knows...
He'll get in the end.

Why be a colo-rectal surgeon?
It's one of those mysterious things;
Is it because in that profession,
There are always openings.

When I first met a colo-rectal surgeon,
He didn't not quite understand,
I said, "Hey it's nice to meet you,
But do you mind, we don't shake hands!"

He sailed right through medical school,
Because he was a wiz,
Oh, but he never thought of psychology,
Though he read passages.

A doctor he wanted to be,
For golf he loved to play,
But this is not quite what he meant,
By 18 holes a day!

Praise the colo-rectal surgeon,
Misunderstood and much miligned,
Slaving away in the heart of darkness,
Working where the sun don't shine.

And on that note.... G'nite!
*runs like hell*

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Nifty