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We have not heard from Joan McCarthy of Midleton Co. Cork, Ireland, since 2007. Joan has been verse writing for some years, often amusing poems for work colleagues on their departure from the workplace, or also to commemorate memorable events in either her own or other people's lives. Some people may empathise with the sentiments in the verse below on finding that something unwelcome has invaded their body and all one can do is hope for the best!
Cannibalistic Cystic
Now what shall I name you, you devious thing,
You crept into my life and what did you bring?
Not much and alot and all in one day!
And right now I wish that you'd just go away.
You're taking your place and leaving me sore,
And each time I move, I'm hating you more.
You're two inches big, so the doctor has said,
When reminded you're there, I'm just filled with dread.
So any chance you'd just go and leave me in peace?
And exit my body and don't leave a crease...
Or a bump or a swelling or any such mark,
Please just slip away and enter the dark.
Well, I still haven't named you, that's what started it all...
And you haven't been fair and you wouldn't play ball.
So the name I shall give you it will not be nice,
You came uninvited and I'll not pay the price.
So how about horrid and sneaky, like a thief in the night,
Let's think of a word that fits you just right...
"Cannibalistic Cystic".. now that suits you well,
but hey listen!.. for me... you'll sound no knell.
So after several tests and a very long day,
I'm feeling real lucky and this lump is ok,
But the dread I have felt and the worry endured...
They have left their mark, and some grey hairs procured.
© Joan McCarthy
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