Sense of Tumor
the neighborhood is stirred
as if by a fiery furor
everyone trembles, gasps
with horrid horror
as, at last, he catches and cuts
the culprit tumor
long ailing him with tingling,
painful tremor
fatal to him now to commit
the slightest error
when all he really needs is just
a sense of humor.
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