His patient’s leg was gangrenous,

The foot with blackened toes,

Whence from the pustulated mass,

An awful stench arose.

This smell of rotting flesh was such,

Sir d’Arcy turned away,

Quite certain that he’d never seen,

Such purulent decay.

Then glancing back, he looked again,

To scan the putrid mass,

And pondered on the problem of,

The gangrenous morass.

Examining the blackened foot,

He saw three missing toes,

Yet scarcely noticed as the pus,

Exuded on his clothes.