The Resident (with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)
ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT ADMIT, while I pondered the ER’s logic
Of admitting this great-looking kid with a swollen node,
and I nodded, strategically napping, suddenly there came a knocking,
knocking on my on-call room.
“Tis the student,” I muttered, “tapping on my on-call door;
only this and nothing more.”
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