|
|
|
|
A horse-box
arrived at the clinic -
It carried a grey thoroughbred.
She'd been meeting a chestnut Clydesdale
While her owner slept soundly in bed.
Now the filly was heavily pregnant;
Doctor Robert saw trouble ahead.
It was high time the foal was delivered
But the baby was big as a shed.
He cleaned his revolver and loaded.
'I'm prepared for the worst,' he said.
The doc called his staff all together -
Nurse Jack, Marguerite, Honest John -
Even Frank, the Porter, emerged from his hole,
Gonzales slipped rubber gloves on.
Then they pushed and they pulled and
they yanked and they squeezed
With forceps, ropes, a crampon -
They hauled and they tugged and
they pressed and they cursed,
Frank even tried a shoehorn.
And then, with a whinny, a rip and a plop,
The enormous colt was born.
The poor dam needed a stitch or three -
Nurse Jack threaded catgut.
Doctor Bob put his pistol back in its box
And regretfully locked it shut.
In a distant field, a shire-horse neighed
Just as his foal's cord was cut.
When the animal shakily got to its feet,
Doctor Robert tutted a tut.
'This mixed-race child will have trouble in life
As a mongrel half grey, half chestnut. |
|
CASE STUDY NO. 03 |
|
|
|
|
