'Twas Not Melanoma. 'twas Carcinoma. But ' Pathology ' Claims I'm Rid Of It, By The grace Of A Dermatologist's blade. Yay! Poem by Bri Edwards

Bri thought he'd found Melanoma on his chest.
His online research led him to that best guess.
Well, it WAS skin cancer, or so I (Bri) now am told,
but I MAY have years before I'm 'oh SO.... cold! '

You see, a 'young' Dermatologist, of the 'fairer sex',
scooped it off with HER blade and sent 'it' for a test.
The Pathologist ruled the tissue 'cancer', BUT declares:
'All's been removed; you may keep ascending life's stairs.'

'Twas not 'melanoma', but still skin cancer, called carcinoma.
Why not 'a benign tumor composed chiefly of fat cells', ......
a lipoma? ?
OK! I'll take whatever's thrown at me, hoping I'm cancer-free.
What choice have I, a mere mortal? [[ GIVE ice cream to ME! ]]

But, since I abandoned my former Christian belief,
after Deaths' 'coldness' I may get devilish 'relief'.
Yes, some say that there are forever fires in 'H+ell'.
Ok, ....maybe they're right, but I just say: ...'Well? ? '

[[ 'Well? ? ' I'll have plenty of company. ]]

(September 14th 2023)


bri edwards [ 'playing with fire' ]

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