Wardsman
I worked as a wardsman,
at the hospital RBH,
male nurse he patted asses man,
said the old guys in debate,
they found it irritating,
the patting fondling touch,
so we thought upon an answer,
the answer wasn’t much,
one old guy, he saved a fart,
the nurse was petting him,
he jerked away with such a start,
from the farting odor grim,
he ran squealing like a tart,
the wardmen had to grin,
the old guy had done his part,
ill wind it came from him,
A big type nurse she said to me,
Are you really on with Tim,
I said come to my bedroom babe,
When the lights are low an dim.
Nope…
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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