POEM
Nurses are Curses........
I worked the graveyard shift last night -- my god, were there some
sights!
I had a constant stream of admissions - mostly old, with chronic
conditions.
My patients are sleeping, medicated in beds, visions of stool softeners
dancing in their heads.
We in our scrubs, and they in their gowns -- fashions created to
hide extra pounds.
Nurses are curses, they often appear from a pain in the head, to a
pain in the rear.
We come when you call, as fast as we can-- scurrying down the hallway
with needle in hand.
Now, doctors are nice-folk; you'll find them in offices, and they like
to listen, because they're more novices.
I know that part's true, 'cause when your illness gets worsest, they
send you out of their office -- to us -- the hospital's nurses.
Gout and asthma, and a few heart pains, even a sprinkling of varicose
veins.
People yelling and wetting their beds, sending us nurses over with
meds.
We know better than you, what you need for your tummy,
So get back in bed, or it's the needle you dummy!
In case I forgot, these things I collect, I keep on my necklace, which
is always correct.
Yes! Nurses are curses; I'd rather not see one.
But, because we are so special, be proud, if Ye be one!
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