What is it about Nursing Supervisors? So many of them are grumpy, tired and not likely to "lighten up a room". But, they do make great fodder for poems!

With Solemn Face

She walks about
With solemn face,
And heavy footed
Plodding pace,
An eye for every
Nodding head,
If looks could kill
We'd all be dead.

And should she smile
We'll gaze in shock,
Making note
Year, date and clock,
It will be gossiped
Long by phone,
And inscribed upon
Her burial stone.

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