A Poem About Pin Cleaning from the Perth Halo Clinic Poet Laureate.

The twice-daily ritual of pin-cleaning must be,
The worst part of having a halo. You see,
There are four open holes circumferencing my head,
And they are all prone to getting wicked infected.

The little bacterial beasties always attempt to attack,
We must use cotton buds and blue liquid to fight them back.
And also make sure skin doesn't grow up on the pins,
Otherwise you can't tell where head stops and halo begins.

It's been the battleground for many a row,
As a duty my father would rather disavow.
But he keeps returning to the task, like a knight does to battle.
Which is even braver than someone whom the job doesn't rattle.

The task must be done twice daily, every day, every week
Over three long months, we refine the technique.
We have done it 134 times to date.
Only 34 to go.... we can't wait.