A funny poem (by me and my sister, Tara)

I once had a sliver in my finger,
The pain caused me not to linger,
I went off to the doctor for help,
When he touched it, I let out a yelp,
He got tweezers to take it out,
But when he turned around, he heard a shout,
Down the long hallway I ran,
Far, far away from that man,
When I looked at my finger once more,
The count of the slivers was four,
I thought I should have an operation,
But first I stopped at a gas station,
The man there said he was sure,
That he had a definate cure,
He sucked out the slivers for me,
And now I am sliver-free!