All wrapped in pink and yellow?
Is it a brand-new radio?
A copy of Othello?
No! It’s cancer!
What’s in my porcelain sipping-mug
That looks so steamy-hot?
Could it be coffee, tea or
Warm milk chocolate that I’ve got?
No! It’s cancer!
What’s in the snout of Rudolph
That shines so bright it glows?
Could it be Santa’s magic
That illuminates his nose?
No! It’s cancer!
Why does the Easter Bunny-man
Stuff all his eggs with candy?
Is it the children’s eager eyes
That make him act so dandy?
No! It’s cancer!
What makes the dolphin flip and leap
Above the salty ocean?
Is it a love of splashing
That propels his glorious motion?
No! It’s cancer!
Why does the songbird chirp a tune
While floating on her wings?
Is it because, when given lungs,
The Great Creator sings?
No! It’s cancer!
Why did my doctor do those tests
And then give me this poem?
I wish he hadn’t. I’m confused.
I think I’ll just go home.
