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I laughed because when home I forgot to dismantle.
The case cart sat in a room without clutter
With the staff that was with me,
things would run smooth as butter.
We set up the room as quick as a wink
And I hustled to PACU before you could blink.
On a stretcher, a patient, so lively and quick
I swore when I saw him he looked like Saint Nick.
He'd been dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
And a little bit tarnished with ashes or soot.
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry
his cheeks were all rosy, his nose like a cherry.
I checked in his chart for his BAC level
It made me feel guilty and somewhat bedeviled.
He had a round face and a distended belly
And it shook when he moved like a bowl full of jelly.
At 131 kilos, he was chubby and plump
I clipped and I prepped his prominent bump.
Notwithstanding his problem he seemed a right jolly old elf
I smiled in my mask in spite of myself.
The lights in the OR caught the luster and glow
To the beard on his chin, which was as white as the snow.
Dr. Great, not a word said but went straight to his work
In 20 minutes flat he turned with a jerk.
In laying a finger aside of his nose
