There's this nurse—her name is Zeny
—face as bright as a newborn penny!
Zeny, Zeny, dialysis nurse!
you'll bust a gut riding in your hearse!
No one departs for the great hereafter
on her shift 'less he dies of laughter!
Not a few—not all—but many
cry Ze...ny! Ze...ny!...Ze...ny!...Ze...ny!
© Dan Goorevitch, 2001
About Me
- Dan Goorevitch
- There is no activity more noble, more vital, more necessary than wrestling with one's self. That is what poetry is for me. Like Jacob wrestling with himself, the prize is the blessing of life. Woman is the crown which makes man king. Please read my poem "Sheep Shearing." It's the key.
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