A short poem written for all-clear medical results.
The appointments and blood tests,
The trips to and fro
(The unmentionables that took place down below!)
The waiting, anxiety and gnashing of teeth
Have now all been replaced by a great sense of relief.
The scans are conclusive, your cancer seems clearer
You can compete with Beyonce for rear of the year-er!
Let us raise a glass to perdunculations past
And look forward to Christmas - cancer you can kiss my...
hand and say farewell!