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Mar-i-lyn sat up and stretched, And yawned a great big yawn. Then sprang from bed with zest and zeal ‘Though it was only dawn.
She brushed her teeth and showered, And even shaved her pits! (She did it almost every day-- ‘Cause stubble gave her fits.)
She donned her plain white cotton bra And briefs of purest white, Then paneled, neutral panty hose To hold her tummy tight.
Her skirt fell well below her knees, Her blouse rose to her neck. And with her magnifying glass She gave herself a check.
No wrinkles, dirt or cat hair To make her look a slob, And dressed in full compliance She thought “God, I love my job!!”
For twenty-five long years now She’d worked for the Red Cross. By being quite “particular” She was, by now, the BOSS!
And on this anniversary She thought she’d celebrate. By leaving for the Center now, She could be there by eight!
She thought, “I’m owed a few more perks!” Then found the parking lot. “For all these years, you’d think I’d have A gilded parking spot!”
With hair in place and back held straight She pondered “How time flies!” She opened up the Center door Then stopped in shocked surprise.
Clayton’s Honda Gold Wing Was leaned against one wall As Chris tried hard to straddle it, (She liked to make it fall...)
One donor table held his tools, The next-- a cute young girl. As soon as he had iced her blood They’d take it for a whirl.
Upon his spotless lab coat He wiped hands slick and dirty. He’d change and clean up long before The “boss” came at eight-thirty.
Compliance Officer was she, And Training Specialist! She thought she’d taught and shaped this team To be the very best!
But as she stood there quietly Her eyes took in the sight Of two new donors trying to stop Anne and Annette’s fight.
Across the room stood Joanie With Janie at her side. She wore a blown up rubber glove Pinned upon her hide.
Janie did assure her As she winced and plucked a brow, “Joanie, I must say it-- You make a handsome cow!”
Claire sat on a table Beside an older man. Her shorts were almost skivvies, And showed off half her can.
She checked the bag and told the gent, “Looks good, you’re almost done!” Then wiggled her patootie And said, “Move a little, hon.”
Another guy was tended by the nurse Whose name was Stacey. And as she leaned she did expose A bra both black and lacy.
Linda did a puncture But never donned a glove. And then applied her lipstick, Which all the boys did love.
Mar-i-lyn watched in dismay As one nurse ate a Heath... Then a two-by-two was opened By Norma, with her teeth!
Another one (with pink striped socks) Hollered ‘cross the room, “This fellow here’s got AIDS, folks! He’s soon to meet his doom!”
“That’s nothing!” said a bra-less nurse With nipples rouged and red. “That madam in the corner Makes her living in her bed!”
Marvin flapped across the room, His flip-flops sounding nice. Then stopped and cursed a blue streak, ‘Cause he was out of ice.
At this, Ms. Boulier broke her trance-- She’d seen all she could stand! Some heads were gonna roll now! Some jerks were getting canned!
What did they think? They just could flaunt Her precious B.S.D.’s? Did they not know they must obey Her famous S.O.P.’s?
She stormed across the Center floor, A pounding in her heart-- --And then she sat bolt upright-- And woke up with a start.
That dread scene in the Center... It all had been a dream! Thank God, she still did oversee The best blood-sucking team!
And even though she was relieved... She knew her guys were great-- She told herself, “ ‘Though they’re the best... I’d better go at eight!”
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