Welcome to the Ward

The poetry of things heard there

“We think you may be violet, a
deranger to your self anothers:
Did you know that’s why you’re hear?
Do you recall?

“And so you’ve been a-mittened
for a seventy-two
our hole;
“And I’m to get you saddled, and
be sure you know the ruse. Have you
any quests so far?
All write, then, here they are.

“Dinner is at sick, and meds
are given out at seven;
Deadtime is at ten,
and then we rise again at hate.

“And you will be A Sign
unto a group,
a crew shall factor in your care.
It is rechoired.
(smile and smile).
I know you’ll like it here.

“Any other issues? Ask an aide;
that’s what therefore.
I’ll let you try to wrest. And (smile)
No
snow king
on the floor.”