The Young Nurse

by Col Deering

It sounds rather absurd , I've just received word
There's problems down at the infirmary,
All the patients now curse a young first year nurse,
Whose mistake was so elementary.

Because matron decreed, all the dentures did need
To be collected and given a scrub.
Without any debate the nurse gathered each plate,
Placed them in a big galvanised tub.

She was in quite a rush with soap and big brush,
Till those molars shone like they were new,
Oh what a nark not one did she mark,
Then it dawned she was in quite a stew.

As those dentures did soak those teeth saw the joke.
They all smiled with a terrible grin,
Would a solution evolve and her problem solve,
To find the owners for the teeth in that tin.

Well it upset the staff to see those dentures laugh,
While the owners they just couldnt find,
Using tenacity and wit they just wouldnt fit
They were all in one terrible bind.

Until in due course they resorted to force,
With the patients mouths held open wide,
They did push and did shove with no sign of love,
Till each mouth had teeth firmly inside.

Now you should be discreet should ever you meet,
A person with a very fixed grin,
You can bet your whole purse that a very young nurse,
mixed their dentures up in that tin.