I only joined the forum this year so I'm glad someone resurrected this lovely poem for us newbies' delectation and delight. It reminded me of a poem my workmates on the maternity unit composed, so I thought I'd share it.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ward
The babies were grizzling, the mothers were bored.
Then Santa came by with his elves and his sack,
To give everybody a pat on the back.
"You all work so hard, midwives, mothers and all,
That I've come to invite everyone to a ball."
So they all got dressed up in their high heels and bling
And went down the town to have a good fling.
With the ball at its height, Santa clapped his hands twice,
And everyone stood still, as quiet as mice.
With a glass in one hand, a mince pie in the other,
He said, "Let's give three cheers for every new mother!"
"And three for the midwives!" the mothers all cried,
"And three for the doctors, and others beside.
For those who mop floors and bring round the tea,
And the nursery nurses, as kind as could be;
For the health care assistants who answer our bells,
And change our babes' nappies in spite of the smells.
And the students and ward clerks have their parts to play,
To keep the ward running by night and by day.
They all work so well, they are quite beyond praise,
And we all think it's high time they had a big raise!"
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For anyone new just arriving, you have to read both parts of the poem on the first page.
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I only joined the forum this year so I'm glad someone resurrected this lovely poem for us newbies' delectation and delight. It reminded me of a poem my workmates on the maternity unit composed, so I thought I'd share it.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ward
The babies were grizzling, the mothers were bored.
Then Santa came by with his elves and his sack,
To give everybody a pat on the back.
"You all work so hard, midwives, mothers and all,
That I've come to invite everyone to a ball."
So they all got dressed up in their high heels and bling
And went down the town to have a good fling.
With the ball at its height, Santa clapped his hands twice,
And everyone stood still, as quiet as mice.
With a glass in one hand, a mince pie in the other,
He said, "Let's give three cheers for every new mother!"
"And three for the midwives!" the mothers all cried,
"And three for the doctors, and others beside.
For those who mop floors and bring round the tea,
And the nursery nurses, as kind as could be;
For the health care assistants who answer our bells,
And change our babes' nappies in spite of the smells.
And the students and ward clerks have their parts to play,
To keep the ward running by night and by day.
They all work so well, they are quite beyond praise,
And we all think it's high time they had a big raise!"
My workmates vetoed a verse of my composing:
The managers though, they fill us with fury,
'Cause they couldn't run a **** up in a brewery.
Last edited: 20 December 2017 03:57:28
I couldn't agree more. Too many chiefs, not enough Indians , as my mother would say.
I agree with both sentiments expressed by Josusa 47. As a relative newbie it was great to share a great reworking of a Christmas classic.