Chemo Fun
Sitting in the backseat ~ yackety
she drives like
crackers ~ wackedy
speeding to the movies?
we can’t be late?
Driver ahead asleep at the
light
panic stop she makes ~ 5 seatbelts lock
But the
backlash! ........... flying wig
plops smack in my lap . . . .
Screaming fits of laughter all around.
Late to the movies after all,
not nearly as good.
Dedicated to my friend, Kate.
Breast cancer survivor.
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