It's not a rumor
I have a tumor
For this I'm bummed times ten.
It's not so swell
It has mast cells
So it's back to the Vet once again.
From what I've learned
There is a concern
That the margins might not be clean
But I'm just a pup
And I'll keep my chin up
Dirty margins? Well, that would be mean.
To benefit my life
I'll be under the knife
Next Thursday, October twenty-eighth.
Would you please be so kind
As to keep me in mind
And by all means keep the faith?
I'm a busy boy
I'm full of joy
I still have so damn much to do
This won't get me down
I refuse to frown
After all..... I still have to write chapter two.
Love,
Atom.