For months I've desired
A complete full shower
The need kept on hitting me
Hour upon hour.
The dressing on top
Banned me washing my head
A sheen of skin lay there
As dandruff, all dead.
From November to March
My skin became starch
It probably built up
Creating an arch,
And then there's the "graft site"
Making life really droll
Creating some problems
My walks became strolls.
The showers I had
Were decidedly tricky
'Tween shower cap
And "Glad wrap"
Hoping it would stay sticky.
The cut back on ablutions
And hence queer solutions
In the form of "bird 'barfs' "
That would make you all "larf"
An effort to clean
Without drowning the scene
Keeping both dressings dry
A really good try.
I'm now pleased to say
My full shower today
Was such a delight
And try as I might
I can't help but remember
All that was from November
And all of that starch
Collected 'til March
Has gone down the drain
I hope never again
To have to find answers
To these wretched cancers
I don't want to take "bird barfs" again.
© G.C.Moore March 2020.
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