Prelude to a delightless afternoon…
By C.S. Scotkin
You all know I’m a nurse,
here’s a little verse
on the hazards
we nurses face.
I go from house to house,
trying not to grouse
about working
on a Sunday.
Went to my last stop
sent me over the top
McDonald’s might
not be so bad.
Love it when they send ya
to a patient with dementia.
Forget to tell
to you that fact.
Sweet old lady, ninety
took a swing so mighty
connected true,
she decked me.
Little facial bruises
Nothing that oozes
No blood or
Any pain.
We Nightingales sing,
put up with anything,
from doctors to
the TKO’s!
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