‘Twas the night after chemo when all thro’ my brain
Not a cell was resting, not one single membrane;
My pillow was propped by my bald noggin with flair.
Hoping that sweet slumber would soon mercifully get there.
But, sleep only came in nine minute spurts,
Interrupted by strange impulses and hurts.
My mind was racing at 164 miles per hour,
My mouth was dried up and really tasted sour.
I can only remember one short crazy dream,
I was trying to snooze in a hotel it would seem.
When I had nightmarish visions of small children with bowling balls,
They were loudly hurling them outside my room down long hotel halls.
All night there in my head there was such a clatter,
Playing unwelcome games with my gray matter.
AND when my brain did take a quick break,
My bowels tapped in, NOT for goodness sake!
I’m happy to say that I made it through the long sweaty night,
Eventually the swampy darkness was overcome by light.
I’m pretty worn out, I’ve experienced an energy zap,
I’m REALLY looking forward to taking a power nap.
carbonated joy 