Oh Sloan Robe, sear sucker and periwinkle blue.
You no doubt once were soft and bluer,
But after so many washes you're kinda rough,
And not quite so periwinkle, just a dull blueish now.
Sometimes you are big enough to cover my huge ass,
Sometimes you are so small I worry that my big ole low boobs will swing out and traumatize my father.
I'm so glad I always get to wear pants with you, or everyone in my general area would have PTSD from seeing my thighs.
I love when I am in a waiting room with other patients, we all kinda look like we're in One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest.
I keep waiting for a Native American to throw a water fountain through a wall and set us all free.
But at least the nurses are nicer than Nurse Ratched.
Oh Sloan Robe, I bet Sloan pays a fortune for you.
I oddly love you.
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