Sadie's Number

I admit it, this didn't really happen to me, but it's all about the rhyme. The Hazmat event did really happen, but it was Rob, that suffered. I was just a bystander watching the event unfold. Unfortunately, there wasn't a hot Sadie, either.

Sadie’s Number

Although it seems

Like I have written

Everything already before,

New generations of Nurses

Keep walking through the door,

And I feel I have

An obligation to inform them

Of everything that could happen,

"Wear gloves, a gown

And a face shield,

When Billy-Bob is crappen."

It was one of my

Earliest discoveries

Way back in eighty - three ,

Just how the

Nasty excrement

Could fly and fling on me,

When my attention was distracted

By Billy-Bob's teenage daughter,

When she came flouncing in the room

Wearing short-shorts

That Momma bought her.

Although, I was astounded

(Why did those idiots, just march in?),

Well their daddy was on the crapper

That oughta be a Mortal sin,

And assaulted they were

By such a horrible stench,

Mama and pretty Sadie

Collapsed upon the bench.

Young Sadie

She only managed a squeak,

As Billy Bob raised up off the crapper

Good lord, his legs were weak,

While the bottom bucket stuck

To his butt

And he staggered across the room,

His nurse reached out to support him

And that bucket, fell with a boom.

Now the laws of Physics

Somewhere state

An object subject to motion,

Will continue

In its moving way,

Whether solid, or liquid

Like lotion,

And like the monster Tsunami

Appearing so benign at sea ,

When the bucket hit the floor

The contents flew at me.

This never-angry professional nurse

Was now a Hazmat disaster,

Wishing he could fly away

Like Superman, but faster,

But when he left the room

Everything was fresh and neat,

And he managed to acquire

Sadie's number,

For a weekend retreat.

Fibril_late;

10/6/13