Master Cutter

Skillful hands
In rubber gloves
Hold scalpel
Quickly moving

First to the top
Knife through flesh
Hand reaching in
Pulling out think slimy mess

Reaching inside
Time after time
Lifting out new handfuls
Of think heavy grime

Over and again comes
More brain-like matter
The Master Cutter
Grinning like the Mad Hatter

Carefully begins
Extracting the eyes
Popping them out
One at a time

Slicing off thick, meaty
Flesh of the nose
Leaving nothing
But a huge hole exposed

He knocks out some teeth
And Slashing a smile
Leaves a near toothless grin
So cruel and vile

The Master Cutter
Looks with a gleam in his eye
At a Jack-O-Lantern
Sure to horrify