Some Witches In Spring (Bop Poetry) Poem by Marieta Maglas

Some nurses can drive a coach
and horses through their doctor's life~
smack-talk, crackbrained,
thwack, thwack, thwack,
a chorus of boos
and time for strife.

Those nurses are not witches,
Do not have magical powers.

Some witches can belittle
the medical skills. They can
fire broadside after broadside.
Catcalls are to be shouted
after delivering brickbats.
Their secret depth ~ is a jest.
In summer, they love
to lie on the exotic beach breasts.

Those witches are not nurses,
Do not know sanative treatments.


Then, those nurses are abandoned
by their doctors, but this attitude
cannot panic them. They continue
to play their network
games and to flutter dropping invoices~
painted in red and black.

Those nurses are not witches,
Do not have magical powers.


The mimic show of the patients
is a sell-out. When those nurses receive
new flower rewards, there are witches
to play with them song games like
'Ring-a-ring o' roses, a pocket full of posies.'
Well, there is a coming spring
in everyone, in everything, and
in all the senses.

Those witches are not nurses,
Do not know sanative treatments.

Poem by Marieta Maglas