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The Thumper She walked down the hallways with an authoritative air Her hair was a mess, not even a curl She was known amongst us as "The Big Beryl" When she walked you knew she was coming She walked with a thump, thump, thump She'd be in your face within a flash As close as she could within an eyelash She was tough, and she was mean She was one big walking machine This was one person who would show no shame Cuckoo's Nest Nurse Rachid beside her would look lame Her name was Beryl, and don't you forget It wasn't pronounced "Bare-ill" or she would set Upon you right now lickety - split And her mouth would be frothing full of spit! Who was this woman, this woman named Beryl? Who'd take one look at you, and your hair would curl There is no need to go on, no need to rehearse This woman, this Beryl, was once my head Nurse! |
Additional Notes:
I wrote this piece 8 years ago and lost it. It showed up again this morning whilst I was cleaning
up some old correspondence. I've made a few alterations...and I know the rhyme scheme in
places isn't great but that's the way I wrote back then. This is a true story. Thank
goodness she's no longer the head Nurse. I look back at it now as a fun piece.
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