Dusty grey canvas,
Through iron bars beckon,
Whilst Kookaburras cackle,
Amused at my condition.
Vampire though innocuous and invisible,
Harvests yet another daily bloody sample,
Date of birth and full name please,
It’s a safety check we must appease.
Unrepentant a repeat offender,
She stows away her precious tender,
All before a chance I have,
To express my grievance grave.
Dusty grey gives way to blue,
And now it is the Cockatoo,
They screech and scream at one another,
Without a thought for any other.
A sudden silence by God is given,
Before by noise again they’re driven,
Dawn paints everything in shell,
And gives me peace in which to dwell.
Blue takes on a brand new pink,
Gone the racket now I think,
Although below I now see,
A man about to blow the leaves!
The red coats now are assembled,
Before their teachers all a tremble,
Ah... Mr Smith I might mention,
One more noise and it’s detention!
On queue as if in defiance,
One more noise upon reliance,
Glides southward bound a single crow,
And swears out loud before he goes!
Into the fray of battle I go,
To face the insidious cancer foe,
My mighty steed races on full steam
Out loud I hear the cancer scream
Oh no, here she comes again
And this time it is with her pen!
Give us respite from this witch
Can’t believe she’s such a bitch!
Our days are numbered so very low
It’s your fault we now must go
You all prayed we no longer existed
Now she’s come at us closed fisted
Our troops now fleeing in every direction
All running scared charged with insurrection
Can’t help thinking our days are numbered
With a chemo fight we now are lumbered
It’s no wonder our ranks diminish
Looks like she’s got support to the finish
Raised to fight and give up NOT
They call her Sir Cancer-not!
She lives to fight yet another day!
Friends by her side say hooray!
Tired of body she now has to rest!
Giving thanks to God for friends the best!!!
Were it that I had wings to fly,
I would raise my wings and soar up high
Were it that I could melodies sing,
I would fill my lungs and music bring
Were it that I knew intelligent things,
I would write them down for future Kings
Were it that I could a masterpiece paint,
I would oil daub canvas to make one faint
Were it that I had rocket ships,
I would send a message from my lips
Were it that I were allowed to say,
I would shout out loud I’M SO HAPPY TODAY!
© Copyright 2013 Kerry Anne Boer
© Copyright 2013 Kerry Anne Boer
© Copyright 2013 Kerry Anne Boer