Cheesy yet funny... at least to me...
And Ode to
Ambulance 854
Welcome to Ambulance Eight Fifty-Four
Where there are so many problems from hood to back door,
The term "ambulance" is to be used loosly.
Under the hood the battery just will not work
Now jumping it every shift has become another perk,
Just don't turn it off or else you'll be crying profusely.
In the crew cab we find some other things
Such as no search light and a siren that no longer sings
But wait, the real fun begins in the patient compartment.
The cot in this rig no longer likes to be roliln'
And, did I mention the siren by silence was stolen?
We must have bought this from an ancient department.
The floor by the side door seems to be slowly rotting
A conspiracy against us I fear someone's been plotting,
But for a new box soon I know we all are hopin'.
The back door has also now begun to stick
Working in this rig is an evil, evil trick...
Oh, and the cabinet doors are always coming open.
The main O2 compartment door will not tightly latch
In ol' 854 there is just catch after catch...
There's just too many to write into this little rhyme.
So good luck to you, oh hearty crew
For the fate of this rig is today up to you...
I must end this here for I am out of time.
Christina G.
(© 12-18-03)
This was written for fun and amusement to "let off steam" after losing a LifeStar call when the siren and air horn went out just before we arrived to pick up the crew. That was an annoying-as-hell moment...
Ambulance 854
Welcome to Ambulance Eight Fifty-Four
Where there are so many problems from hood to back door,
The term "ambulance" is to be used loosly.
Under the hood the battery just will not work
Now jumping it every shift has become another perk,
Just don't turn it off or else you'll be crying profusely.
In the crew cab we find some other things
Such as no search light and a siren that no longer sings
But wait, the real fun begins in the patient compartment.
The cot in this rig no longer likes to be roliln'
And, did I mention the siren by silence was stolen?
We must have bought this from an ancient department.
The floor by the side door seems to be slowly rotting
A conspiracy against us I fear someone's been plotting,
But for a new box soon I know we all are hopin'.
The back door has also now begun to stick
Working in this rig is an evil, evil trick...
Oh, and the cabinet doors are always coming open.
The main O2 compartment door will not tightly latch
In ol' 854 there is just catch after catch...
There's just too many to write into this little rhyme.
So good luck to you, oh hearty crew
For the fate of this rig is today up to you...
I must end this here for I am out of time.
Christina G.
(© 12-18-03)
This was written for fun and amusement to "let off steam" after losing a LifeStar call when the siren and air horn went out just before we arrived to pick up the crew. That was an annoying-as-hell moment...