‘Twas the night before Christmas and the nurse is at work

Many a creature is stirring, including a jerk.

All the IV’s are hung by their poles with care

In hopes that 7am would soon be there.

The patients are snuggled all safe in their beds

While drug induced dreams dance in their heads.

My fellow nurses and I who are no longer in caps

Are just sitting down at the station to rap.

When out of room seven arose such a clatter

I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.

Away to the bedside I flew in a flash

Where I grabbed the puke bucket from the cabinet stash.

The light I turned on, in order to know

Exactly what the bucket contained and would show.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

But a disgusting recycled bucket of beer.

Lifting my leg to hit the call bell with a kick

My fellow nurse came to assist quick as a lick.

We changed him and flushed the bucket of shame

And he whistled and shouted,

“All hale the dames
They are the queens of the ER…maybe one is a Vixen.
Lets order some pizza! and we can call it a Mix in
We’ll sit on floor or lean on the wall
or maybe Ill just lie down in the hall”

We guided the poet who was on such a high

Back to his bed so sleep could apply. Read more…