“The Doctor and the Noperthedron”
The Ballad of Dr P and the Gleaming Stone In the cavern of a throat so sore, Where echoes rattled, coughs did roar, Dr P peered in, with lamp held high, A crimson tonsil caught his eye. Amidst the swelling, raw and red, A secret jewel lay instead— A shining, gleaming, pearly prize, An amygdalolith in disguise! He plucked it forth with surgeon’s grace, A sparkle lit the patient’s face. From pain and pus to gemstone lore, The tonsil sang, “I ache no more!” So raise a cheer for stones so small, That hide in tonsils, one and all. For Dr P, with steady hand, Turns grit to legend, jewel to brand. A Clinical Lament in 152 Baffling Facets Dr P. Mandible, GP Emeritus with special interest Around the tonsil did his torch rest When deep in the tonsillar fossa or perhaps a dream He spotted a shape that began to scream. “Good heavens!” he gasped, “Is that a prismed spleen? Or a dental cyst shaped like a mezzanine?” He poked it with his tweezers, he prodded with great care. It snipp...