When I was a little boy, my mother took me to another town,
To cure my allergies that made me sneeze and frown.
There I met a nurse with long fingers and a smile,
She smelled of clean sheets and disinfectant, but I liked her style.
She gave me injections and pills, but I didn’t mind at all,
She was so gentle and kind, I felt like I was in thrall.
I even enjoyed the long train ride, where I could see nature’s glory,
Forests, rivers, villages, and people drinking beer in the morning.
But then one day, these trips ceased, I was healthy and free,
I was crying, I wanted the trip, and most of all I wanted to see
The nurse, who had won my heart, with her grace and charm.
I was crying, because deep I knew I would never see
A nurse like that, and most of all, such a mustache on a dame.
Ink And Reason 