Gory kid’s bathed in blood that is his own.
This is the blood that comes when foreskin’s mown.
Gored, and it simply hurts beyond just aches.
I hope this kid one day is on the make.

Gore is thanks to the mohel;
he’ll apply some unguent oil
The knife made a wound that’s seeping.
The kid’s weeping, loudly peeping.

Shlong cover’s gone; the handiwork, sublime.
Some time beyond, kid will be feeling fine.
There’s a term, “Cut me to the core,”
but that means a whole lot more.
For now, the kid’s very sore!

Gore resulted from toil
that’s exercised by the mohel.
The knife made a wound that’s seeping.
The kid’s weeping and not sleeping.

Shlong cover’s gone; the handiwork was fine.
Mohel carved it all off, like a touch of cheese rind.
There’s a term, “Cut me to the core”;
it’s a trope and nothing more.
There’s some gore upon the floor.