Flopsy, Mopsy, Biopsy
The name has a cuddlesome Beatrix Potter sound,
But wait till you hear what that cute little needle found.
Side Effects
These anti-tumor meds, I’m told,
Might be inclined to do
Some bowel mischief, knocking my
Digestive tract askew.
But nausea’s in check for now.
Should I be feeling fine?
Let’s hope the drugs kick cancer’s butt
More than they’re kicking mine.
Chris O’Carroll is the author of three books of poems, The Joke’s on Me, Abracadabratude, and Quantum Creed. He has been a Light featured poet. and his work appears in New York City Haiku, Love Affairs at the Villa Nelle, Extreme Sonnets, The Great American Wise Ass Poetry Anthology, and multiple volumes of the Potcake Chapbooks series.