As near as I can figure it

Chemotherapy

Is a whole lot of little 'bugs'

Sent coursing through your body

To find and devour

Other little 'bugs'

Already eating you up alive

Indiscriminately

Or mostly so.

 

Directed, yes, these 'chemo' soldiers,

But given free rein

To use their own judgement

In the 'divide and conquer' campaign.

There must be collateral damage

Because that is a lot of fire power!

So - CHEMOTHERAPY is WAR

And I'm the battlefield.

 

Let the brasses blare

And the drums roll!

terrunh terrunh

terrunh terrunh!

tickety-yackety - yackety – yak

tickety-yackety - yackety – yak!

 

'HEADS UP! EYES FRONT!

SWING THOSE ARMS!

LIFT THOSE LEGS!

LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT!

HUP! HUP! HUP–ppity – ppity - HUP!

SING, YOU LAZY LUBBERS! SING!

 

'O HO! HO! AND A BOTTLE OF RUM!

WE'RE OUT TO GET YOU!

HERE WE COME!!!'

 

The question is: Who's singing?

 

 

 

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas, Oct. 31, 2018