SCDs like the lord of the land,
They squash out clots before they can even stand.
Like small critters running, clots disappear
For SCDs keep watch like a burly musketeer.
‘Pump, Pump, Pump!’ SCDs repeat
as they prepare to crush every DVT they meet.
Stop don’t start, the clot isn’t smart
It cant run it can’t hide, it only comes apart
by way of shot or pill, in its death it turns nil
‘Please, please sir’ the clot cried!
‘Don’t put those SCDs on, they hurt my pride’
The nurse quickly applied SCDs and rejoiced,
now the clot no longer had a voice