Friday, August 12, 2022
So at ten past five today I got a text from my office manager, which went something like this:
"Hi! We're starting a newsletter and thought it would be great to include a poem and I thought of you! Maybe something funny and light? We need it by Tuesday [four days from now]."
Well. See what comes of having a reputation as a semi-wit (not to say halfwit)?
I replied, "Is it OK if it's a limerick? I don't think I'm up to a sonnet. And do you have a theme you'd like me to use?"
"Well, the new doctors are joining the group, so maybe something welcoming them?"
I replied that I would do my best. My mind started percolating. New doctors, huh? I thought. Welcome to the jungle.
And there I had it. I quickly looked up Guns N' Roses lyrics and came up with the following.
Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games
Like “Who’s the Doctor of the Day?” and “How do I file these
The paperwork will haunt you, we’ve all been there before
Feel free to ask unless you see us pounding on the door
Welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day
If the quarterback is freaking out, it’s best to stay away [quarterback is our term for head nurse]
The patients all have Covid, at least they think they do
If we’re lucky they will wear a mask so we won’t get it too
Welcome to the jungle, it’s really not that bad
The staffing here is all top notch and Urgent Care is rad
We’re here to help, from unknown rash to “Name that
We look out for each other and we’re happy to assist.
Created a rod for your own back. Yet it is good.