Someone, roughly my age, noted a strange similarity, in respect to, the Dick & Jane books of childhood, with that common starting line.........."See Spot; see Spot run". It was something about a dog that was probably smarter than D & J. The similarity in question, was about the other "See" which we unfortunately are accustomed to............C Diff. Thus was born a new, sickening poem.

C Diff

C Diff
C Diff run,
Saturating linen
Its flow is never done.

C Diff
Is certainly the worst,
Use lots of soap and water
Or your hands are cursed.

C Diff
Its cloying sour smell,
Clinging to your uniform
Like a perfume from Hell.

C Diff
Odor atoms in the air,
You scrubbed per protocol
But what about your hair?

C Diff
Cleaning is a hopeless endeavor,
Just take a whiff
It stays in your nose forever.

C Diff
Oh, I'd rather not,
I'd rather wallow
In a bucket of snot.

C Diff
A room, by yourself,
Piles of linen
Fall off the shelf,
Friends and visitors
Wear protective gowns,
They smile and say, "How are you"
And leave with crappy frowns.

C Diff
Endless liquid stool,
Flexi-Seal stat
It's the perfect tool,
Make sure you change the bag
Before it bursts its seams,
Or you will surely suffer
C Diff nightmare dreams.

C Diff
Stays around for several weeks,
The smell is overwhelming
The atmosphere; it reeks,
No perfume eradicators
Will annihilate the odor,
You need an air-evacuator
With a mondo-turbo motor,
To suck the fumes away
Before they ever reach your nose,
And should C Diff ever splash on you
You better find a hose.


Fibril_late;
12/02/09