Poetry Challenge #8: Ballad

Any light, simple song, especially one of sentimental or romantic character, having two or more stanzas all sung to the same melody. 2. a simple narrative poem of folk origin, composed in short stanzas and adapted for singing.

Ballad of the Night Nurses

Darkened I the hospital door
wan of spirit, broken of heart,
the pain unable to endure,
when walk in two saucy tarts,
a frightful coupling, sweet and cruel,
witless I had wandered in their lair,
I am the damndest fool!

Poked and prodded, prodded and poked,
they made their play with glee,
laughed and tauntingly joked,
should have fled when them I see!

One looked up to me, smile so sweet,
should have known the Devil in her eyes,
she had me cornered, on bed aseat,
hand upon my arm, my eyes upon her thighs,
then sister danced onto other arm,
four soft hands, gently they caressing,
I failed to see how close to harm,
suddenly I found their claws apressing!

Poked and prodded, prodded and poked,
they made their play with glee,
laughed and tauntingly joked,
should have fled when them I see!

One cooed, "His veins be juicy and big!"
to which the other nodded eagerly,
lips parted, she said, "Bleeds like a stuck pig!"
Both were staring at me quite greedily,
the doctor's entrance saw me redeemed,
tawdry temptresses cloaked once more in lies,
like a nightmare that now stood undreamed,
but my eye knew how to pierce the disguise.

Poked and prodded, prodded and poked,
they made their play with glee,
laughed and tauntingly joked,
should have fled when them I see!

Daylight saw these two demonspawn dissolve,
like mist facing down the morning sun,
without them illness quickly did resolve,
not too long, the hospital I was done. 

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