We need to run tests,
The doctor said
To eliminate cancer.
But what, I thought
If we don't?
Eliminate it, I mean.
Does the cancer then eliminate
Me?
Now there's a cheery
Breakfast thought.
Pass the marmalade.
I agree with Eric. But I go a step further, I stay away from doctors. Silly I know, great write Martin.
i hate feeling like i'm a test baby, pretty much hate the musings of doctors... maybe i just resent getting old! good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good going Martin! Finally poems that I like.