He built new knees, both right and left
And then replaced both of my hips.
“A two for one sale,” he explained,
Talking between his cuts and snips.

For selling me new body parts,
My surgeon has become a glutton.
Now every thing has been replaced
Except for my belly button.

Today he said, “My work’s all done.
Your surgery is completed.”
But then I heard him tell my nurse,
“I think his bank account’s depleted.”