C diff runs like a river wide Swallowing healthy bowels in large stride. For me, C diff just makes me gag, It smells like 10 rats dead in a bag. So vomit I do, a bit in my throat And try not to look seasick like on a boat. My patient asks “What’s wrong with you nurse?” And I simply smile and try to converse. So C diff I hope this Vanco kills you I’ll be first in line to wish you ‘Adieu!’
SCDs are King and Lovenox Queen Of the land they reign that is DVT clean. ‘Clot clean!’ is their motto, one for all to hear. Its one all clots should fear, a land they should never be near. For if clots set foot in Clot Cleanville they will surely be lysed As C diff after the use of many bleach wipes. So nurses, create for your patients a Clot Clean life For they will be merry and enjoy much less strife.
Die, C diff die! You turn to shamble our patients. Diarrhea and excoriation are your foundations. To fight you like a Bleach Knight, we shall wash hands with delight And die like a Dragon you will with a sword in you tight! ‘Huzzah! Huzzah!’ As one we all shouted, Your death made immortal in great songs undoubted
C diff, C diff, like the scourge of the earth You stick and you wait in your spore to give birth. Undaunted by cleaners of regular variety Only does bleach give you fear or anxiety. Once born you are tough like hardy shoe leather, And you cause diarrhea and ulcers together. But beware C diff, your day is coming When bleach flows as rain and your death knell starts thrumming. So watch out for bleach wipes, it’s your devastation, For then we can cry, ‘C diff is dead!’ with great jubilation!
Old people are fun to learn from and I love their laughter However, they aren’t always fun to clean up after With a toot and plop the bed is messy too much for a mop It’s like a river. It never, stops.