Frivolous Fluff

More about them

Too much about me,

When I read what I’ve written

That’s what I see,

So, let me return

To the old days of yore,

When stories were fun

And not such a chore.

Where is the funny?

That I used to write,

Perhaps it was driven

By, working at night,

When my sleep deprived brain

Unearthed silly stuff,
Nonsense behaviors
And frivolous fluff.

We’ve all become so serious

In our responsible society,

No more room for silly pranks

And Steve, had such variety,

Like the fake video camera

Made from the toilet paper roll,

Do that now, I’d lose my license

And I’d be busting rocks of coal.

50 milliliter syringes

Were the best for water fights,

Silly jokes with the morgue cart

On the busiest of nights,

Frisbee in the hallways

In Radiology, what a hoot,

Do any of that today?

By golly, you’d get the boot.

I used to post my writings

On the wall, for all to see,

No one was offended

Other nurses, just like me,

Because I wrote about the day to day

The things we shared together,

I can not do that anymore

There’s been a horrid change of weather.

Political corrected-ness

Has buried us in crap,

Worse than the “Charcoal Stools”

That landed in my lap,

Way back in crazy yesteryear

When I launched, the Underside,

Zero-Tolerance nonsense

Has become America’s bride.

The EMR computer folks

They audit us, oh yes they do,

Reminders on a monthly basis

For Billy-Bob and Mary Lou,

About the things we left out

These are reprimands, and never praise,

Insinuating, with a shrug and smile

Why we rarely get a raise.

The joke is on us

We stuck around too long,

Yet, new Nurses can’t get hired

To replace the Geriatric throng,

Of grumpy curmudgeons

Who aren’t afraid to speak out,

Registered Nurse experts

We don’t whimper and pout.

Healthcare in general

Is safer, for Public Joe,

But for the Nurse in the field

It’s a tough row to hoe,

Thus proving, it’s too hard

To have fun at work, any more,

Just writing about it

Seems like a chore.

But still, I can’t quit

And neither will Steve,

Somewhere there’s a prank

That we must play, before we leave,

Short-sheeting a bed

Goldfish in the new pond,

That’s what I’m planning

Before I greet the great beyond.

Fibril_late;

6/1/14