About universal surgery

Three medic-surgeon               
 Polish, French, Russian,               
 Sitting in a cafe Pittsburgh,               
 Setting the table with a snack.
 
 They don't come here often.
 There is a reason for unloading!
 Acquaintance wash
 Under the brandy of the French.
 
 The Symposium was opened
 International for them.
 Everyone was lit up.
 The passage is free.
 
 After reading a couple of lectures               
 Wheezing people,               
 And avoiding infections,               
 In a tavern screwed at once.               
 
 When the breast considerably               
 Everyone at the table took,               
 The story vaguely               
 They started talking.               
 
 Said the pole first.               
 Here I had a case!               
 All the fingers torn off               
 The musician has a bunch!               
 
 We made prosthetics.               
 Sew capital,               
 All unnecessary cutting off.               
 The play was brilliant!               
 
 The Frenchman blinked trite               
 And he starts right off.               
 Check visually               
 Everything is so difficult!               
 
 We have athlete's foot               
 Cut off on eggs!               
 Sewed, thank God!               
 From a dead Chinese.               
 
 Everything has taken root perfectly!               
 Science rules the world!               
 I sewed everything personally!               
 Records in running puts!               
 
 They silently listened to the Russian,               
 Only nodding his head.
 Brandy SIPS ate,               
 Caviar eating.               
 
 Then he said quietly.
 Don't forget to eat.
 All nice and decent!
 Please listen to me!
 
 We had it all!
 I fought  in medrote!
 People are so broke!
 Especially in the infantry.
 
 Once went in the crowd
 Into the attack. The day was bright.
 And suddenly at the bottom of the trench
 I noticed your ass.
 
 Hit by a shell, probably!
 Only only the ass remained!
 I might be about,
 He hesitated for a moment.
 
 Picked her up from the trench,
 And in a duffel bag threw.
 On reflection. Here, there's an ass,
 And the man himself perished!
 
 Sewed hands, feet
 And we head to the backside!
 Of course, we are not gods!
 Revived, and then we are happy!
 
 Those mouths chewed.
 Stop fooling us!
 You Russians have fallen behind
 In science for twenty years!
 
 This does not happen!
 You're lying, of course, drunk!
 Russian answers them,
 Hitting the glass.
 
 Why would I lie, guys?
 He speaks in the Duma,
 And as a Deputy
 He makes up laws.