Eve

December 22, 2009

Twas the eve’ before Tuesday
And as day turned night
Not a creature awake
Not an elf nor a sprite.

And I was all nestled
In my bed I did lay
And hoped that the morning
Might have a delay

When what to my wondering
Ears should appear
But the beep of my pager
Such a cold, harsh jeer

The second, the third, and
The fourth floor did call
The fifth and the sixth floor
I spoke with them all.

They needed to ask and to check
And to know
The drug and the dose and the
Route it should go

The stock was all gone and
More must be brought
I hopped in my sleigh
And drove to the lot

Bundling pills and supplies
All snug in a pack
I checked the list twice
So as not to go back

I arose to each floor
With a gift for each shelf
But was I mistaken for a
Seasonal elf?

Then they heard me exclaim
As I passed through the hall
Please, no more pages and
A good night to you all