Lying on the pre-op table,
nurse ascertains his vitals stable.
Through the double doors he's wheeled,
to have the cancer sliced and peeled.
The man awakes, one limb bereft-
The leg was right, the cut was left.
I know, it's horribly morbid, but I'm a nurse, what can I say? 
[This message has been edited by Marti Opdenbrow (edited September 09, 2001).]