A Very Crayfaring Christmas, Part I
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through PMTH
Not a patient was stirring, not even in psych.
Bags of saline were hung by the interns with care,
In fear that Dean Wayfaring would soon be there;
The patients were nestled all snug in their beds,
While dilaudid induced dreams danced in their heads;
And Wayfaring in her white coat, with Cranquis in tow
Had assembled the interns, to pimp them until red their cheeks glow
When out of the ICU there arose such a clatter,
Cranquis screamed, "Somone better go see what's the matter"
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To be continued!















