DoctorLooksmax
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Twas the night before Surgery, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The morphs had been made by pslers with care,
In hopes that Dr Ramieri soon would be there.
The patients were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ascenion danced in their heads.
The doctor in his scrubs, and I in my mask,
Both just settled our brains in- to prepare for the task.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a man in a mask, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Ramieri
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the hospital for ascenion they flew,
With the sleigh full of Insturments to cut faces in two.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down to the table came ramieri with a bound.
He was dressed all in scrubs, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with blood and soot.
A bundle of Morphs he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a psler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the mentolabialfold of his chin was as deep as you know.
The stump of a bone saw he held tight in his teeth,
And his cap encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a long face and a wide IPD,
His face when he smiled, was reassuring to me!
He was tall and slight, like the psl god himself,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon he told me that I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not few words, but went straight to his work,
he looked to the nurse, then turned with a jerk.
Any last words, before she puts you to sleep?
I just nodded my head, and let what will be be!
He sprang to his work, his nurse gave a whistle,
And the ascenion it began, time flew with a swizel".
and soon I woke up, and heard him exclaim,
‘doctorlooksmax its done, PSL 5 you can now claim!
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The morphs had been made by pslers with care,
In hopes that Dr Ramieri soon would be there.
The patients were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ascenion danced in their heads.
The doctor in his scrubs, and I in my mask,
Both just settled our brains in- to prepare for the task.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a man in a mask, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Ramieri
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the hospital for ascenion they flew,
With the sleigh full of Insturments to cut faces in two.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down to the table came ramieri with a bound.
He was dressed all in scrubs, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with blood and soot.
A bundle of Morphs he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a psler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the mentolabialfold of his chin was as deep as you know.
The stump of a bone saw he held tight in his teeth,
And his cap encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a long face and a wide IPD,
His face when he smiled, was reassuring to me!
He was tall and slight, like the psl god himself,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon he told me that I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not few words, but went straight to his work,
he looked to the nurse, then turned with a jerk.
Any last words, before she puts you to sleep?
I just nodded my head, and let what will be be!
He sprang to his work, his nurse gave a whistle,
And the ascenion it began, time flew with a swizel".
and soon I woke up, and heard him exclaim,
‘doctorlooksmax its done, PSL 5 you can now claim!
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