"A Dispatchtress' Sass"
Regardless of how many and varied times
This interpreter chimes
-in with his whining,
For being sent to the seventh admission
In a row, while still famished for nutrition
Shining through with unending vim and vigor
You go beyond the droll and the "de rigueur"
And with great aplomb and grace
You tell me to shut my face,
And do what I'm told,
And, "you're smelly and old."