Tonight's Poet Corner: She Drinks Chloroform
She Drinks Chloroform by Belinda Roddie She drinks chloroform every other night, just so she can get her stomach pumped at one o'clock in the morning, because that's when the hot nurse works - the graveyard shift, which is ironic because a hospital prefers to be the opposite of a cemetery. He always asks her, "Miss, how is it that every time I come to work, there you are, poisoned like a hostage, waiting for me to stuff a hose down your gullet?" And she replies, with that soggy black look in her eye, "It's those dang cold remedy preparations - they always seem to have something nasty in them!" Shame how it's all devised; when the jealous doctor finds out, he prescribes, for a final visit, cyanide.