Oh my panc is like big corn cob
That crapped out one September;
Oh my panc is like the laziest
Of my endocrine board members
So fair art thou, pain in the ass
So much work that you don’t do;
Yet I will love thee still, oh panc
Till you go get a clue.
Till you go get a clue, my dear,
And the clue makes you un-forget;
Because you’ll start making some insulin
From deep in your islets.
So fare thee well my weaksauce panc
Oh fare thee well, you clown.
Because I still rise each day, my love,
Diabetes won’t hold me down. *
hmm, well at least it is not
roses are red
violets are blue
I need islets
how about you
Nice. Not much that rhymes with pancreas.
I thought pain in the ass a pretty close rhyme for pancreas! Well done