The Full Worm Moon

When you’ve worked in a hospital as long as I have, you get to dread the full moon, and the crazy lunacy that kind of a night dishes out.  I thought it would be fun to see what kind of night the full worm moon would dish out on my fairy tale hospital.  I remember reading about the full worm moon last spring, and fell in love with the name.  This winter we will be celebrating a very rare Christmas day full cold moon, so  I thought it would be a good day to present my tale.  Enjoy.  Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year!

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(Photo by Lee Capps)

On the night of the Full Worm Moon,
Just three months shy of June,
The Nightingale sang her tale
In her melodic musical scale.

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Her notes spun the yarn of three wards
Where sick fairytale characters board.
She tweets of the one crazy night
When they all came in running with fright.

It was Lunacy’s raining assault
On the Hospital C. P. Perrault,
An impregnated orb shining smugly
On the wards of the: Good, Bad, and Ugly.

The Wolf was the first through the door.
Inflated with prisoners of war.
Dr. Spock had the nerve to come fore,
“What is making your belly so sore?”
The Wolf rolled around on the floor,
Moaning, “Too many petit fours?”

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(Image by Cale Atkinson)

Dr. Spock heard the cries from his belly.
This couldn’t possibly be teacakes with jelly!
“To the O.R!”, he cried to Nurse Kelly,
“Then admit to Ward Bad Machiavelli”

Mirror Mirror on the wall
In rolled the fairest of them all,
Obtunded in her glassed in wall,
Surrounded by 7 Dwarfs so small.

(Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Disney)

“Help, help!”   They cried,
“Snow White is dead!”
Her skin still white
Her lips still red
Dr. Spock ran quickly to her bed,
And placed his hand upon her head.

He checked her out from tip to toe
Swiftly diagnosing Snow,
“Poison!” from an evil foe;
“Call ENT please Nurse Cousteau.”

“A Poison apple I deduce,
A classic case of child abuse.
Once ENT can get it loose,
Admit Snow White to Ward Good Mother Goose”

Last, but not least
A horrible beast
Who dined on his wives
In a blood thirsty feast.

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(Artwork by ZhdaNN)

A serial killer of the first degree
Stabbed multiple times by his wife’s family.
With his blue tainted tendrils
A dark shade of red
The ER staff
Were shaking with dread.

Dr. Spock ever brave
Went to Blue Beards Bedside
To examine his wounds
And apply germicide.

“Your lacerations are deep, they’ll require a stitch.”
“Nurse Ratched please call in our surgical witch.”
With a swoosh, and a vroom, on a long hairy broom
Flew the witch through the doors of the Emergency room

All cloaked in black
With a cat on her back
Came the witch with her stitch
In her medical pack.

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“I’ll stitch up this beast,”
Said the witch to the doc,
“Then find him a room with an unbreakable lock!”

“Bluebeard as a detainee?”
“No, no” he thought, “That won’t be me!”
“Prison cells…how bourgeoisie”
For he possessed the enchanted key.

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“These doctors cannot lock me in.”
He smiled with an evil grin.
His bloodied beard then shook from chuckling
As he wheeled into ward Ugly Duckling.

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