What lives we live as nurses Our many days off with fat full purses. To do that though we must be brave. We must daily pull on trousers and slave To clean all the poop from head to toe From Betty to George and John to Joe.
It’s not easy what we do everyday. Not a break do we get if something’s astray. “More coffee! More pills! My mom needs a bath!” Its with each morning we trudge this winding warpath. With smiles on faces and great counterparts We bravely enjoy this work in our hearts.
Please when you defecate in your bed Keep it contained, don’t let it spread. I mean, It’s not like you pooping flowers It’s more like logs of terror from the butt of Bowser More like a mudslide in Indonesia It makes me hate Milk of Magnesia. So avoid it I shall for Mario I am not I’d much rather before a drug test, smoke pot. For playing with stool is for the crazy patients, Definitely not for men who want good female relations.