Ode to Stan the Man(nequin)

I recently lost my first cardiology patient. Even though he was just a mannequin, he seemed real enough to me. He talked, blinked, he had a heart beat and pulses, his chest rose and fell with his breath. His nails turned blue when he became cyanotic. With a little help from my sister, I wrote him a poem.

Stan the Man(nequin),

When you showed up in class,

I tried to act fast.

But your heart stopped beating,

And it was so defeating.

I asked myself “Have I done all that I can

For the world’s greatest mannequin?”

At this point, Stan,

I doubt you are my fan.

But the cardiac knowledge that I did gain,

Ensures your death was not in vain.