Pieces of poetry: Cancer
I wish i had the voice of Homer
To sing of rectal carcinoma,
Which kills a lot more chaps, in fact,
Than were bumped off when Troy was sacked.
I noticed i was passing blood
( only a few drops, not a flood).
So passinh on my homeward way
From Tallahassee to Bombay
I asked a doctor, now my friend,
To peer into my hinder end,
To prove or disprove the rumor
That i had a malignant tumor.
