The eye of a cat, the groan of a dirge
This year Grand Rounds and Halloween converge.
The shades of medicine I call that dark night
For tales of clinic and hospital fright.
The slip of the scalpel, the rattle of the hearse
The woe of the patient, the sigh of the nurse
Goblins of the ER, snot of the child
Screaming hospital bills that drive accountants wild.
The evils of medicine arise on this day
The dark arts are practiced, its victims decay.
Come one, come all, send submissions to me
Prepare for the terrors of every specialty.
Your submissions — please send each ghastly tale
To gumbodoc, then "at," followed by hotmail.
I'll reap this whirlwind, and serve up a hijinks —
A bowl full of candy, tasty medblog web links.
The deadline is Sunday, one minute to midnight*
And by dead, I mean dead, CST, get it right.
With my wizardly potions I conjure one spell
This weekend an extra hour — evil writers, use it well.**