Best Medical School Poems
~Seven Dwarfs~ (limerick sequence)*
There once was a dwarf named Doc,
Who saw patients around the clock.
He hadn’t gone to medical school,
Yet his patients he could easily fool,
For his meds were always chalk.
There once was a dwarf named Sleepy,
Whose wife was extremely weepy.
She wanted to travel
But couldn’t unravel
His hair from the bed canopy.
There once was a dwarf named Happy,
Who ate only fudge and taffy.
His tummy got big.
He looked like a pig.
So he switched to chocolate frappé.
There once was a dwarf named Bashful,
Who’s wallet was always cash full.
Too timid to spend
For fear he’d offend
The peons whose homes were trash full.
There once was a dwarf named Dopey,
Who’s mind was mightily mopey.
His speech was so slow
His belle didn’t know
That he wanted to elopey.
There once was a dwarf named Grumpy,
Who became a little rumpy.
He ran ten miles a day,
But much to his dismay,
His butt just became real lumpy.
There once was a dwarf named Sneezy,
Whose allergies made him wheezey.
He wanted to play the romantic lead,
But instead did the voice of a dying steed,
In a film by Martin Scorsese.
*the real ending to "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs"
"It was a mistake", she said.
A tiny life swiped in seconds as
gods creation is rendered a
mere cluster of cells.
Returned back to heaven
hoping the return policy
wouldn't deny.
It was a mistake; a stifled cry
A lifetime of progress,
innovation, and memories down
the drain.
The notorious "what if"
squashed with plan b; no hopes
of a future.
A stifled cry
She could have cured cancer or
delivered world peace.
She could've fed the hungry
and housed the poor.
She could've been a Honors
Harvard medical school
graduate and your pride and
joy.
None are the magical christmas
mornings, first days of school,
or birthdays.
Terminated are the memorable
first steps and momentous
coos calling for "mamma".
No more possibilities. Now a
stifled cry.
"It was a mistake", she said.
A moment of carelessness and
selfishness translates into a life
lost.
Permanent.
Sent back into the arms of god.
An easy way out. A stifled cry.
It’s May 18th, 2022. I’m poised, alone, heart pounding, in front of my laptop, waiting for courage, my finger hovering over the return key, like a child hoping the timing of my keystroke will bring me luck.
I took this summer off - which drove my mom absolutely CrAzY. “You CAN’T!” she’d said last month, only to be overruled by my Grandmère. Now I’m home for summer break and tonight she’s flush with exasperation.
“You should have applied for a dean’s fellowship,” she said, her voice rising as she rubs her hands together, as if scrubbing for an operating room procedure, “and a summer research position!” She’s practically twirling with suppressed emotion.
I get why she’s upset. She only goes “deep end” when she's worried about my future. She knows what’s needed to get a medical school slot in 2025 like other moms know their favorite recipe - after all, she’s done this twice before.
Leong’s upstairs, avoiding this family scene. When I described my family expectations as “hustle culture,” to my roommates, they all understood - we’re that much alike.
Step (my stepfather) is trying to de-escalate and calm us (her) down. “Look,” he says, holding up his hands like someone talking down a gunman, “NEXT summer she’ll buckle down, get in more volunteer hours and get a dean’s research fellowship” he says, sliding his eyes to me. I nod “ok” almost imperceptibly. “It’s ok to start grinding sophomore year - that’s what I did.”
OOOO! She turned to him and if looks could kill, he would have exploded like someone in a Tarantino movie.
By some psychic grace my Grandmère chose that moment to call. Step and I fled the den like it were on fire, going our separate ways to halve the chance of being followed.
In my dark room, lit only by the light of my MacBook, a quiver runs through me, and I finally press return. My grades for Spring semester - and Freshman year come up. My eyes water and I relax back against my chair when I see “Dean's List.”
I smile to myself, and slowly, fiercely I clench my fist with a “YESS!" As I postulate my victorious reprieve.
Mrs Gladys Wackjob:
“What the goodness is wrong with this hospital,
I receive better service in a restaurant.
You nurses sit there doing nothing while my
Husband is dying. Why isn’t anyone talking to me.
And you little miss perky nurse, Yes you,
With the 80’s hair style. Are you actually old enough
To be a nurse. What the heck is going on..”
Nurse Rachel:
“I worked very hard at Medical School I gave up
everything. I didn’t have a social life. Yes I am old enough to be nurse.
We are doing everything we can but your husband
is very ill. Instead of yelling at me you might go and hold his hand.
Mr Jason Rightbrain,
“What is this crap. I ordered eggplant parmesiana.
This looks like cow manure. If I want to throw up I would
eat my x-wife’s crap. What is wrong with this place.
Are you really a Chef or just grabbing boxes from the
supermarket and heating them in the microwave.
I can’t believe this. And you think I’m going to pay
for this rubbish.
Chef Greg.
I gave up a good job working in accounting for this.
I loved the idea of serving people food. Three years
at College and I tried so hard. I think I’ll give up now.
Mrs Jane Wiseacre,
Are you Mrs Watson my daughter’s Teacher. This report says
my little Felicity is an underachiever. What on God’s green Earth
does that mean? I help her with her homework.
She wanted to go to ballet. No No No Not on my watch.
She works harder than any of these loser kids why isn’t
she doing well at school. Are you even a real teacher you look like
a waitress.
Janine Watson:
I tried my best with Felicity. I gave her extra attention
but sometimes you just can’t reach some kids.
They have shut off from the world. I can’t imagined why.
I have to go for a long walk now.
Accepted to medical school
Too old but in the entrance pool
Where is the back door?
There's my dorm with a drawer
Since I’m a cadaver quite cool
The One Who Finished Last in His Class
By Elton Camp
Not all teachers have equal smarts & skill
And a less able lawyer sure gives no thrill
There are found some West Point cadets
Whose graduation the academy so regrets
And the accountant who eked his degree
From him a large number of errors you see
There’s the last-place structural engineer
To cross his bridge there’s reason to fear
The almost failed pharmacist often will
Dispense to the patient a mistaken pill
The worst graduate of the beauty school
Won’t give very good hairdos as a rule
And the chiropractor who barely got by
Won’t know the right adjustment to try
The business school grad at end of the line
Won’t produce work that will be very fine
And with a medical school it’s just the same
Yet, last-place finisher, it’s doctor we name
Golden days
Reminisce those golden days left far behind,
little joys lived to most, recalls the mind,
Aiming sky high and free as birds,
Cherished life, simple were our words,
Childhood friend at primary school,
Waited daily for me but I was such a fool,
One reserved seat for me always next to him,
Ignored the passion till it flowed to brim,
Teased others as together we grew,
Till medical school, left were only few,
Hostel life was more of a fun,
Witty siblings added to real time pun,
Affection of parents in family of five,
Pretty house, floral garden, fruits and beehive,
Bright sunrise to twilight of sunset,
No hues were missing in my palette,
Delicacies that my mom cooked,
Anyone who ate got really hooked,
Carom, cards and chess that my dad laid,
Losers tried till years and decades,
Reminisce those golden days left far behind,
Little joys now unseen, have I turned blind ?
Written April 2nd, 2015
For contest "Golden days" by rob carmack
Awarded 9th place
She grew up in a log cabin
on the top of a mountain
over looking a river in the valley
With flowers on both sides growing
That time has come and past
But the memories still persist
of her childhood of growing up
out here In the green lust forest
She lived with her father
who taught her all about life
and she still remembers her mother
Who died when she was just five?
her father become both parents to her
taking care of his only little girl
leading her to the right path to take
to be a success in the world
He send her to school then collage
and she graduate top of her class
Today she’s a heart surgeon
Performing a Coronary bypass
She married a wonderful guy
She met in medical school
He fainted when he saw blood
She smiles but though he was cool
They go to the log cabin
for vacation every year
And she tells her children
of her childhood growing up there
Every one of us
Will always go back in time
To the childhood we that had
And relive every minute it in our mind
Just take a minute to remember
And I bet you will smile
Thinking of so many fun things
You did when you was a child
Growing up in Trinidad was so much fun
With my brothers and parents
An for Christmas my grandmother
Would buy us so much presents
I Will always think of my childhood
of the many years spend in my home
And in marabella, la romain, and Indian trail
Where my memories will always roam
She finishes setting the table
As the fire place starts to light
They are having dinner with her father
In the log cabin tonight
I am ten and crossing home.
Two players missed it, as it rolls on and on.
An error if you're scoring the play,
but I call it a home run on my first day.
I am ten, and I have found my first love
in a tattered ball, and a hand-me-down glove.
I am twenty, and I am throwing hard.
Beading sweat, please stay in the yard!
Each pitch thrown with a hope and a prayer.
Scholarship athletes can't be only fair.
Medical school looms larger than the Show.
A privilege for few, but I don't want to go.
I am thirty and I cannot put it down.
Sundays the old men come around.
Love of the game a common bond.
The bat is no longer a magic wand.
Reminiscing about those bygone days.
I can no longer beat out those close plays.
I am forty, and I watch with delight.
My own boys throwing with all their might.
A lump in my throat, a moist eye.
I contentedly look on and sigh.
I've passed down the love to the next generation,
and I wouldn't trade that for a standing ovation.
I get this job every year
I have never been to medical school and I am just a lowly nurse
Yet it seems that every year my family hands me the electric scalpels and puts me to work
I surgically slice and dice ole Turkey Lurkey
Once he comes out of the oven he begins to get that nervous look upon his face
"I wonder how she will approach me this year?
Will it be the prone presentation or supine?
One year we ordered Cornish hens and it was sublime!
No carving required!"
This year I have a new blade and it is revved up and rearing to go
First I delicately removed his thighs and cut perpendicular through his breast
His gizzards were harvested at the beginning of the surgery all neatly tucked away in a nice little baggy
After Turkey Lurkey’s flesh was neatly arranged on the tray
I took the remaining juices and basted him one more time
Lean and tender and just on time
He arrived to the table straight from the O.R.
Happy Thanksgiving from my surgical suite to yours!
Sincerely,
The Turkey Surgeon,
Gwendolen Rix
This is my official Thanksgiving Day poem!
11-27-14
I graduated with honors at medical school,
And wished to settle in my own tradition
No frivolous girl deserved to be my wife, life’s cruel,
I wanted the best that was my ambition.
It was always a desire that my love will be unending,
So that when I give my heart it will be completely
A character that despite all, ‘twill be so befriending
A pleasing lass that can only show her love so sweetly.
In this restless world marred by heretic modernism
True love that I always wanted, is oft ended before it began
No one of those I met cares about reciprocal altruism
Life on the campus took the semblance of a game plan.
So when I’ll finally meet my true and only love
It must, like it or not, be something enduring for ever.
I have to find an endearing cooing caring dove
A lasting marriage success will be our endeavor.
I met her on a small hill where she fell upon the moss,
Together we hobbled to an inn where care was tended.
It was love at first sight and my proposal I put across,
We talked and ideas exchanged, all was truly splendid.
Thus I decided that she was to be my dearest wife,
Had she but refused, would have been the end of my life.
I Sink into a river
Of stress
And anxiety
What if I don't graduate?
What if I don't get into medical school?
Questions swirl in my mind
As other people look
And wonder
Why are you stressed?
Your life is not that hard
Just because I am 19
Does not mean I don't have stress
Does not mean that things can be hard for me
Each day its like another a rope is
Attaching to my leg
pulling me further
Into the river
Making it harder to breathe and
to live my life
I hate anxiety
You go eight years to medical school
To learn to cure our ills,
But it seems the only thing you learn
Is how to prescribe pills.
A little pill for this disease,
A little pill for that.
A pill to make you skinny,
Or a pill that makes you fat.
A pill to stop your migraine
When it feels your head will break.
A pill to make you sleepy,
Or a pill to stay awake.
For every pill you give me
There's at least one side effect.
You keep prescribing on and on
Until my body's wrecked.
I do not want a life of pills.
I hope you find a cure.
But you're Big Pharma's drug rep;
Of that I'm very sure.
You need us to keep coming back,
Gents, and kids, and ladies,
So the money will keep flowing in
To pay for your Mercedes.
Now, let's get back to basics
And cure our problems, please,
Or I will find a new Doc, and
He's going to be CHINESE!
It is in the air
Maybe the chair
Giving everyone a health care scare
And that is not fair
Added to having the homework done
And recess fun
Wearing a mask
Is the law abiding marketed task
Saying this will solve the problem
Scripted “We got them”
Ending the virus infection
As a prescription protection
Face covering does have an angry sight
Uncomfortable and tight
Frightful with might
Trying to breathe
Taking away human expressions to see
Trust needs to come on board
To win the invisible contagious war
By showing the door
Defeating controlling factors looking for a power play score
This is a choice
Made behind the godly surgical hidden voice
“I see your man date
And raise you ‘after Election Day get things straight’”
This is a concern
Distractions in the environment where students learn
Both book smarts
And social starts
Memorizing everything by heart
In order to be ready in playing a part
In this debatable plot
Dumped on those wanting a shot
Know the setting
Before betting
Taking the mask off
And getting a life threatening cough
From the smoke
That the Marlboro cowboy stoked
And the entertainers puffed while telling a joke
Sipping on something added to their coca coke
Wearing a mask is not a way to conform
Instead it’s a peaceful way during a storm
To call the house
Squeaky as a mouse
“I hope you have a better hand
In this political party stand
Or a new generation will win the pot voting ‘you are canned’”
Written by: Rodgers Ja Brown
Why you gassing dawg
Why you coming to my table without asking dawg
I know you hate me with a passion I ain't mad at y'all
Jealous and envy shall follow you
You stuck on my name tryna f*ck with it
But I'm a big number you ain't in my league
I know you f*ck with every classic in my catalog
And it go worth your business team think it's lootlove
Cashtime with my team I'm a big Fish
Money is a big thing I'm focused on
I don't need a green screen when I pull stunts
Cause when you the real thing niggas get touched
And it's Super unlocked
I don't give a f*ck about your number one spot
Corporate's sleeping on me need to set alarm clocks
Word to all workmates crossing my network guap
Big dreams since I was a little boy
I'm stressed, went to the medical school and dropped out
Middle finger to the press
Tried to give a f*ck but I ain't got a f*ck left
I'm blessed
Tried to be civil until I saw your Instagram page
But I was out on leave paving a road for bigger things
See when it rains it pours. I think we all need change
I show real love and respect to the real ones!