For anatomy lovers.
One day in the dissection hall,
At his table, in the midst of fall,
She looked at him, he looked at her.
They smiled.
The teacher came and gave instruction,
He knew they'd do well, by prediction.
He wrapped up soon, and walked away.
They smiled.
With his scalpel, he took an incision.
She was amazed, by his precision.
Reflecting the flaps of skin on either side,
They smiled.
They continued to work in the cramped-up space,
Sweat kept rolling down their face.
No matter what, their work didn't stop.
They smiled.
With amazing skill, she removed the fat.
He couldn't help, but appreciate that.
Staring at the body for some while,
They smiled.
As if removing fat wasn't a bore,
Through fascia then, she recklessly tore.
Looking at the oblique muscles in front of them,
They smiled.
Upon reaching this very stage,
He grabbed the scalpel, and flew into rage.
He cut the muscles, left and right.
They smiled.
He sawed off some ribs, before the bonecutter came.
Then with the latter, she did the same.
Cutting through the sternum, and opening the cage,
They smiled.
They were almost there, the end was near.
Just some more fascia to clear.
With acquired prowess, they had done their job.
They smiled.
This round of dissection, oh, it was such fun.
What satisfaction! Now that work was done.
Her left hand, his right. Together, they touched the heart.
They smiled.