She took the lift
to speed things up
down to the morgue
she had been sent.
Pick up a tag
which could be found
attached to his big toe.

No soul in sight
(though they were felt)
she opened number nine.
A moan did greet
a student nurse
she ran in record time
up to floor ten
where she then hugged
the janitor's own broom,
she quit and works
even today
with parsley and with dill.

Herbert Nehrlich

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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari (9/22/2005 7:32:00 AM)
poor nurse.....thank goodness they are not all that squemish...lol Interesting write!

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