The nurse life

Well you stroll in wearin’ scrubs thinkin’ you got it all planned,

Till a doc hollers orders like he’s conductin’ a band.

Managers countin’ pennies, chaplain wants a prayer,

While Fluffy’s in the hallway chewin’ up the ER chair.

Aunt Sue’s askin’ questions, cousin Joe’s kinda sore,

Grandpa’s snorin’ loud enough to shake the ICU door.

Then comes ol’ Midnight, that three-legged cat,

Draggin’ in a possum—now ain’t that a spat?

Oh, you think it’s easy bein’ a nurse?

Honey, guess again, it’s a rodeo curse.

From humans to hounds to a stray Derby horse,

You patch up the world with a grin—and some force!

Doc drops his coffee, yells “Stat!” like a gun,

While a collie’s tail knocks over IVs for fun.

Teen twins are textin’, their mama’s near tears,

And that barn cat just had kittens right next to the shears.

The admins want paperwork stacked to the moon,

But Bandit the beagle’s howlin’ outta tune.

Then here comes ol’ Thunder, that dappled gray mare,

Got a splinter the size of Oklahoma to spare.

Clock’s tickin’, nerves fried, coffee’s gone cold,

But you’ll stitch up the whole zoo ‘fore this shift grows old.

Oh, you think it’s easy bein’ a nurse?

Honey, guess again, it’s a rodeo curse.

From humans to hounds to a stray Derby horse,

You patch up the world with a grin—and some force!

Oh, you think it’s easy bein’ a nurse?

Try wranglin’ chaos without a rehearse.

Two legs or four, you ain’t pickin’ your crew,

Just pray for more Band-Aids and less superglue!