Today’s poem was inspired by Robert Lee Brewer’s prompt at http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-16 .
WHY I NEVER WENT TO MEDICAL SCHOOL
“Ug, this is gross,” I say,
as my fingers glide over the slimy innards.
In eighth grade science class,
we’re dissecting frogs, some of us willingly,
others like me disgusted. “Here’s his stomach,”
my partner says, handing it to me.
Does my stomach look like this, I wonder,
as I hold the oblong object.
It feels squishy–Was it empty?
If not, what did the frog eat before dying?
“Here, hold this part while I cut it,”
Says my partner. I can’t see–
she places my hand where she wants it.
By this time, I’ve had about enough.
My own stomach threatens to divulge its contents.
Without bothering to ask for permission,
I rush from the room, hope never to return.
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My Corner 
Hi! Abbie–Thanks for another descriptive poem whose words draw us right into the situation. Throughout my years of teaching, I had many students who were seeking degrees in the medical professions. I learned from them that some people, thankfully, are drawn to and fascinated by what can be so upsetting to the rest of us. Good idea to explore in poetry! Alice
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Thank you, Alice.
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