Georgie Porgie, oh what a mess,
Out of my depth, I have to confess,
Things that would make a small boy cry,
And princess, that’s now passed me by,
When the girls come out to play,
Cover it up and wish it away
My attention span, below the grade,
The jelly belly the chemo made,
The dark days, the stark days,
Bald head for a lark days…
When the girls come out to play,
Cover it up and wish it away
The nurses just don’t talk about,
The bottle where the guck comes out,
A re sculpture across my chest,
Looks amateur to say the best,
When the girls come out to play,
Cover it up and wish it away
The osteo’, the calcium pills,
They blame the dairy (so milk kills!)
The nights are scary, panic thrills,
Can’t eat, can’t beat the hunger chills…
When the girls come out to play,
Cover it up and wish it away
This week I have been asked to think about how people feel who are experiencing cancer and shown literature on never being the same again. I went back to remember my own feelings and the treatment moments that stand out, then I thought how that might sound in a nursery rhyme?
Dum de dum de dum de doo
Dum de dum de dum de day
When the girls come out to play
Cover it up and wish it away
ailsa wishes... 