Yeah, so, TC Christmas parody poem. (CHRISTMAS! SQUEEEE!) Please tell me if you like it, I haven't written anything like that before.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Doctors asleep on hospital beds, as quiet as a mouse,
The scalpels were stacked in the cupboards with care,
In the hope that Christmas bonuses soon would be there.
Tyler had drank too much WKD Red,
And visions of sugarplums danced in his head.
And Derek in his scrubs, and Angie in her cap,
Hoped and expected a long winter's nap.
Then from the corridor there arose a loud clatter,
Had Cybil drunk too much? What was the matter?
Angie, annoyed, woke in a flash,
With a newspaper in hand, ready to give something a bash.
The fluorescent lights that glowed white as the snow,
Killing any vampires that were down below,
Made what appear to Nurse Angie, to whom Berserker status was near,
Than a full-to-the-brim bin liner which was beginning to tear?
With an old guy in red, trying to run, quick,
Before the berserk Angie carried him off,
Derek and Tyler both woke up,
And to their surprise, it was the Hoff!
Robert Hoffman looked around him with great surprise,
And realised there was no use in telling lies.
"Uh, I gotta go!"
And off he went!
"Now
Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the front entrance! Don't crash into
the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
As man and reindeer flew down the corridor,
Leaving a sack of presents, and the medics slack-jawed,
Little Amy Chase awoke and wondered,
"Is Director Hoffman Santa Claus?"
And so, it's with this poem that I hope to redeem myself. Please forgive me for Barbieshipping and being over the top.
SD/CM