Sue Smith stood up in church and said.
“Thank God for answering my prayer.
Healing my husband’s injuries,
Demonstrated His loving care.â€
“When Kent crashed his motorcycle,
His scrotum was horribly crushed.
They called me from the hospital
Where he, in much pain, had been rushed.â€
“His pain was excruciating,
Success in treating it was dim.
Prospects for a full recovery,
The doctor said, were next to slim.â€
“Kent couldn’t hold me or the kids,
Every breath caused him awful pain.
Just thinking of having to move
Was enough to drive him insane.â€
“The ten-hour operation
On Kent’s scrotum was a success,
They had to wrap it up in wire,
They told me, to relieve the stress.â€
Vivid visions of the surgery
Had the men squirming in their pews;
Of all pains they could imagine
This would be the last one they’d choose.
Sue said, “Thank God Kent’s here today.
They say that in a month or two,
If he is careful how he moves,
His scrotum will be as good as new.â€
A man walked slowly to the front.
He said, “I’m Sue Smith’s husband, Kent,
At times Sue gets her terms confused…
‘Sternum’ is the word that she meant.â€
0 comments ↓
Leave a comment...
Leave a Comment