“Restructure!”; so the i.v. teams
Did energize recycled waste;
De-focused were the laser beams,
And the closed wards outplaced.

“Beware the Mergertalks, my son!
St. Joe’s won’t bite Health Council lunch!
Beware the Job-Job bird, and shun
The clawbacking Budgetcrunch !”

He shook his VPs’ golden hands:
Time-line pro-actively he maps –
Then spreadshot he by the Lap-Top key,
And graphed the Full-Times’ caps.

And as in upsized thought stood he,
The Mergerwock, with errored claims,
Came sniffling through the OPD,
De-listing as it came.
 
Old site! New site! And deep in debt
The shuttle-bus reshuffle-floored.
“Let’s integrate, new Mission state!”
He e-mailed to the Board.

“And hast thou done the Merger-deal?”
A mix of cheers, and groans and snarls –
“Come to Grand Rounds, my deanish boys,
At the Princess Di and Charles.”

‘Twas Wednesday; at the clubhouse bar
Did gripe the Rae-dayed docs anew,
“Our Conjoint Foursomes shoot near par,
But the Brass still play through!”