I just read an Aussie poem. It goes:
You're the Gold to my Coast, the Vegemite to my toast
The sea to the sand, the beer in my hand
The thong to my foot, the Rhonda to my Ketut
The kanga to my roo, the barbie to my q
The Wi to my Fi, the sauce on my pie
The harbour to my bridge, the lamingtons in my fridge
The heat to my rash, the grog to my stash
The Holden to my Ute …
And it got me thinking... The people on AN are some of the wittiest I've ever encountered. Perhaps we can make our own Nurses poem this way!
Shall I start?
You're the black pen to my chart
The stethoscope on my heart ... who wants to continue?