A Hospital Hoot
A Hospital Hoot!
Twas a freezing winter that year!
Drove in a fright that dark, starless night.
Car sliding all over slick, Chicago ice.
Was having labor pains, please hurry!
Stood at intake desk, big as a house.
Question they asked, oh,why this winner?
"Why are you here?"
Panagiota: "To deliver!"
It only got worse,as, no kidding,
The dunce really asked: "Deliver what?
I gave that witless wench, an answer most
fitting,
" Why, a boatload of bananas, what else"
Panagiota Romios
4//20/2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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